start I've got to get you into my life, Mama Got to get you next to me Only the beginning, only just a start Only the beginning Only the beginning Only the beginning
A glow in her eye As he waved goodbye That's where it all began She was a loving girl He was a caring guy Together they had plans They were married and
Cruising around me The flames burn my body Wishful beginnings Does this remind them again and again You're a sorry little girl, you're a sorry little
Now at last my dream is real I found peace, true love can heal On the journey throughout time A new beginning has arrived At the crossroads of my life
get up now get up while you can and do something productive you know you can be someone someone to look up to be someone now
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With sin you must now be finished Make way for new beginings. All through history Man's hated God Abominations Like Sodom's lust. New beginnings In your life New beginnings
Hand me downs and photographs, spread across the floor A broken record spins in circles, she can't listen anymore She's turned around a thousand times
There's something about the scent of gasoline; its an addiction to the crime scene. The way the light seems to shine on everything right before the sirens
JIMI: "YEAH WELL A LIKE I SAID BEFORE WE ONLY RAN UP A FEW NUMBERS SO LET ME TRY AND DO THIS ONE LIKE WE WERE JUST JAMMIN' AT THE HOUSE WE DON'T
begin life and not end it now Here we try You and I To a fresh start To wipe the slate clean To start again A new beginning To get back on track Restoration
She is twelve and I'm only ten buried in this soft mountain of pillows Parents away She asks me have I been touched Have I done the thing with anyone
You are the moonlight, I am the stars Together we light up the night You are the passion, I am the flame We are both one and the same I am the taker,
My father married a Cherokee My mother's people were ashamed of me The Indian's said that I was white by law The white man always called me Indian Squaw
Bring us back, Bring this to your attention, of the promise, you spoke in the past. It's the way you feel in the pit of your stomach, of the memories
She is twelve I'm only ten buried in this soft mountain of pillows Parents away She asks me have I been touched Have I done the thing with anyone yet
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