Don't you make a move tonight You can only stagger Once shes got you in her sight You're the one shes after Shes the blade and you're just paper You'
It's a big mistake 50 days, 3 months away I'd be laughing today But your voice on the phone gives me no reason Don't take from me My heart is barely beating
Everybody's watching you Breathing in your every move Look around when the world is empty Look around if you're guilty Everybody's after you I wait in
wake up all alone sending postcards back to home... on the road if the medication works could i be the way i was? in control you painted a picture i
Wait around, If the fires there to put it out. Lay me down, Emotions overrated now, rated now. I dont wanna hear another word you say. I dont ever wanna
Hey, I wanna crawl out of my skin Apologize for all my sins All the things I should have said to you Hey, I can't make it go away Over and over in my
, but then they began to sway How can you say, forever, is at your command? How can you say, the future's in the palm, in the palm of your hand? When
Jesus, when You coming back? Jesus never coming back Jesus won't take me back Jesus never coming home Jesus seemed to steal my soul He'll never let me
Just give me a call when you feel better But you never do and I'm just another debtor To some palm reader, who's got all her hands mixed up Palm reader
you pull the string I cry every time you treat me mean I lie when I say we're only friends I know I'm right in the palm of your hand In the palm of your
You've got the instruments of pleasure at the end of your sleeves My craving feeds at the palm of your hand, palm of your hand The palm of your hand, at the palm
you and anything about you fills my heart you fill my head you fill my everything and anything you say i carve in the palm of my hand i fit in this palm
You'll find it's 1200 miles from Palm Springs to Texas But tonight it's right next door Do you see that parade Do you hear that parade Coming down Palm
I heard the truth about you And it doesn't really read at all Like the whipping stick you raised me with A scared woman in a private hell Hushed voice
got, got 'em without any strings (Wow) A dynamite dream-boat, a load of atom bombs (Who?) The lady from 29 palms, the lady from 29 palms
sunshine over my head The honky-tonks are all closed and hushed It looks like Palm Sunday again It looks like Palm Sunday again It looks like Palm Sunday
Lone palm By: jimmy buffett 1993 My garden is filled with papayas and mangos My life is a mixture of reggaes and tangos Taste for the good life I can'
if you're feet fail you in the city of angels Wings don't grow on palm trees or lost souls On palm trees or lost souls On palm trees or lost souls