surely he's coming home for the party? [Edith](spoken) I should say so! He's announcing his daughter's engagement! Wall Street will have to do without
see me closing mine? Heaven help me I'll devour him See me drawing out his spine Hey boy go to sleep I'll turn the ocean into skies How do you keep?
to be good By not being 'round And here in the bar The piano man's found Another nail for my heart If you ever change your mind Which you do from time
Well I marvel at the at the things she do She's got magic in her voice an' her dancin' shoes Well all we need are the breaks and boy Heaven won't you
Red Script 7:18 7. Antofagasta 3:13 Sadness: Gradel : All Percussion Andy : Bass Effects & German Voice Chiva : Guitars & Piano
] [Z-Ro] Can I get a little rest, cause I can't take another test Haven't I proven myself, so why do I feel like I'm that victim I'm just praying for nothing and do
together we'll lift our voices Singing the time, to play at soldiers is gone forever Domenica. Fai piano i bimbi grandi non piangono Fai piano i bimbi grandi non piangono Fai piano
the Opera ... ANDRE Good heavens! Will you show a little courtesy? FIRMIN (to MEG and the OTHERS) Mademoiselle, please! ANDRE (to CARLOTTA) These things do
, never shell shock Melt the ox in your face, displaced in the penalty box My enemies heart pumps poisonous blood, your choice, the slugs You do dirt
my piano down In some heated place And forget? I know good song is heaven sent I write it down and my passion spent But my heart?s falls apart And piano
Wait your turn Never take a dare Get along Don't make me come down there Clean your room Fold your clothes Put your stuff away Make your bed Do it now Do
the worst of our fears Then if you will if you're up to the thrill of a lifetime Maybe we'll tear down the walls between heaven and here [ piano + harmonica
me She was always talking on There was some time spent in heaven I was always feeling alright There was always something to do There was some time spent in heaven
together at the wrists Why do we always stand so close to the window? The locks rusted off years ago. (The clock) A door-less morgue in the heavens
do? Do you, do you have any idea? I think we should destroy the bogus capitalist process that is destroying youth culture. When I look at you, heaven
[20 seconds of piano playing, followed by a cocking gun] ("HERE COME THE PAIN! ") [Intro:] BAOW! Yup, yup yup Y-yo, y-yup yup yup... Gotta get it nigga