Closing time, open all the doors And let you out into the world Closing time, turn all of the lights on Over every boy and every girl Closing time, one
Chillin' at the studio Chillin' at the studio, 85 bucks an hour So hurry up and loop a beat Mike, come on I'm Violent J, but my homies call me shithead
Dear mom, Alana's in her second trimester Stressed out 'cause I'm gone, she acting all extra We're happy ?cause she knows it's a girl But we doubtful
You're running fast and missing but cannot help convincing The reasons you gave me are all wearing thin It's not meant to hurt you but let me assure you
In the hour of not quite rain When the fog was fingertip high The moon hung suspended In a singular sky Deeply and beyond seeing Not wishing to intrude
Hace no se que tiempo ya que no le digo a alguien te quiero. Que extrano es todo por donde he estado. Que dias mas lejos del amor. (Hace no se que tiempo
In one more hour I will be gone In one more hour I'll leave this room The dress you wore, the pretty shoes Are things I left behind for you Oh, you've
I took you home from a party and we kissed in fun A few stolen kisses and no harm was done Instead of stoppin' when we could, we went right on Till suddenly
Oh, don't sell me out, only love You don't get it so well Please tell someone, everything is gone Dream less of me, less to guess on you I felt so much
Another long quiet night Another long quiet, lonely night, oh spent at your side Not a lot left to say There's not a lot that I still could say, oh to
You say that in time I'll forget how I feel But time hurts as well as it heals You tell me you're sorry, you know how I feel But do you tell me, do you
This was the last place this was the wrong time Still here you are in my arms Dancing cross the floor Like the moon dances with the stars Feels like
Climbing a mountain in darkness Stranded alone on the ledge Every attempt that I make to hold on Pushes me nearer the edge Sensing the changes impending
The night she is a true companion They shuffle in They hear the sound But by night's end It's night's abandon You look across the floor Ain't anyone
I need Thee every hour, most gracious Lord No tender voice like Thine can peace afford I need Thee every hour, stay Thou nearby Temptations lose their
AN HOUR AND A SIX-PACK (Bill Anderson) « © '73 Stallion Music » RECORDED BY CAL SMITH I just got home and found a note that you left lying
SWEET HOUR OF PRAYER (William B. Bradbury - William Walford) « © '56 Snyder Music » Sweet hour of prayer sweet hour of prayer That calls
Sweet hour of prayer sweet hour of prayer That calls me from a world of care And bids me at my father's throne Makes all my wants and wishes known In