died, we decided to beleive that her favorite color was probably green on the day she died, in our hearts we did beleive that her favorite color was probably green
OK! My girl! I'm gonna drive my car to see you there Don't go so far It's not so easy for me to find you Every single stuff on the earth Looks so happy
Well, I used to be an angel I guess my wings got torn For I ain't seen nothing but bad luck and trouble Ever since that I've been born, ever since that
There's a whole lot about a woman, a man don't know If I had known my leaving wouldn't hurt her I'd've turned her loose a long long time ago But I had
I admit that not a lot of time had passed by But we decided that we would be together Everybody, they talked and had opinions, they did And they had
Pain is self-inflicted, cause is not I long for my time, long before its due tired of resting in despair Judge me for who I am relieve me for what I am
With Iacocca Yeah, it's all about the green Suits: Wanna be somebody? Glen: It's all about the green Suits: Wanna be somebody? Glen: It's all about the green
I sing songs about Texas, I sing them often As if she were some old lover I used to know I wish I could follow them back to the homeland Every time I
Time passes by so fast. My funeral has begun. No more need to pretend. All those things will end. All that we had, Someday, maybe I'm glad for one day
(Walt Wilkins) I sing songs about Texas, sing them often as if she were some old lover, I used to know, wish I could follow them back to the homeland
I don?t care about my baby, she don?t care about me No, I don?t care about my baby, and she don?t care about me Walking down the avenue, seems I?m always
Well I used to be an angel i guess my wings got torn for I ain't seen nothing but bad luck and trouble ever since that i've been born ever since that
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