I've got these habits that I cannot I've got these habits that I can't I've got these habits that I cannot break I found life out on the weekdays When
Well, once I was a lover With beautiful long brown hair (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) When I walk down any street Men would stop and stare (Yeah, yeah, yeah
All alone in an empty room nothing left but the memories of when I had my best frIend I don't know how we ended up here I don't know but it's never been
Anchormen spike their blood, wear masks of mud Cucumbers cut to fit their eyes And so no one would know how tired they've grown Of talking and telling
When you're a young man, down and out You really need someone to help you out It looks like life or death is your only choice It's really hard to see
(full force) {spoken:} It takes a fox to know a fox D'ya know what I'm saying? (lovin' don't-l-l-l-l-lovin' don't L-lovin' don't-lovin' don't L-l-l
let's take it to Maiami (karria 2 Maiami) Let't take it down to Texas Where dey be gettin wreckless (dirty-dirt)
[Chorus: Baby Bash & Angel Dust] Let's take it to Miami, daddy, out to Miami Let's take it out to Georgie, sugar, Atlanta, Georgia Let's take it out to
Tall trees in Georgia They grow so high They shade me so And sadly walking Through the thicket I go The sweetest love I ever had, I left aside Because
There is unrest in the forest There is trouble with the trees For the maples want more sunlight And the oaks ignore their pleas The trouble with the
Trees, they grow high and the leaves they do grow green Many is the time my true love I've seen Many an hour I have watched him all alone He's young but
On your knees you are taller than trees You can look over heartaches and fears When my faith is gone to my knees I will go growing stronger and taller
When you come to me I'll question myself again Is this grip on life still my own? When every step I take Leads me so far away Every thought should bring
We met on mutual ground But you avoided my gaze Until I lost your face In the next morning's haze You're shoes could've woken up the whole street They
If I could paint pictures I'd paint one for you A picture portraying the love we once knew Then a tear would reveal the sorrow in me As I painted white
Every girl gets her dreams Cast into reality Never sing goodbye to me Only just recently 'Cause you seem to believe That we'll never be free I was gonna
(carly simon) I'm home again in my old narrow bed Where I grew tall and my feet hung over the end The low beam room with the window looking out On the