• By Alex Lloyd, So we're setting sail, on a crooked trail, our broken
  • By Alex Lloyd, Hey, there's a little light and shade. Broken promises were made
  • By Alex Lloyd, tonight the tv is my friend life’s misdemeanours won’t let the magic
  • By Alex Lloyd, Brother C.O. lights the candle Catch the morning flight to vandle Somewhat
  • By Alex Lloyd, Broken hearts will never meet again We can try sometimes we'll
  • By Alex Lloyd, Falling on your, broken bones Hitch a ride to, get
  • By Alex Lloyd, I came to kiss your broken bones, another kill 'cause you're
  • By Alex Lloyd, it’s a new day wasting away nothing to lose my friend by the
  • By Alex Lloyd, Chromatic i stand on the side of the road Watching for
  • By Alex Lloyd, What's wrong? It don't feel the same anymore. How long will
  • By Alex Lloyd, Faces mistaken Roads that you've taking, are winding Sand in
  • By Alex Lloyd, When you feel as though your falling Every fear you
  • By Alex Lloyd, This house is your own, still living alone It don't make
  • By Alex Lloyd, Careful steps we take Don't want this bridge to break
  • By Alex Lloyd, Blistered and worn Been ripped up, been torn You held
  • By Alex Lloyd, Why are we so cold? Why are we so numb? How did
  • By Alex Lloyd, A familiar song Won't you sing along Something to prolong
  • By Alex Lloyd, My heart is as black as my soul My mind is
  • By Alex Lloyd, The traffic is jamming for miles up ahead Releasing emotions deep
  • By Alex Lloyd, Please don't go, don't walk out Feel like you do when
  • By Alex Lloyd, Four to five and we're still waiting for the call
  • By Alex Lloyd, I got pictures of you that I'm still looking through
  • By Alex Lloyd, In night of what Your secret holds I’ve lost myself today Someone lost
  • By Alex Lloyd, Door slams bang Bass guitar bom bom Drums play snare hats Lead crackle Voice
  • By Alex Lloyd, Once this party it roared Now we leave through the back
  • By Alex Lloyd, In a summer garden Life falls to your feet We we will
  • By Alex Lloyd, Home again in the morning Sick and tired of this game I
  • By Alex Lloyd, So we rise to fall again Every cut will scar and
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