It's like somebody put a gun in my hand
Told
I've got so many problems I can't get 'em off
I saw you sitting there
Looking on top of the world
He
Summer of '93.
What did you, want from me?
I'll take you
Salty tears on a mostly blank page
because you chose
If You Want It
You can get it, If you really
What little faith I have in the human spirit
Seems
Artist: Hinda Hicks
Written by E.Roderick Jackson/M.Hamilton/H.Hicks (2000)
I'
question me about my bruises
He's the one who wins
6 o'clock in the morning...I'm sipping' a cup of black
Seems like I just learned to care
I know that
You never thought about the consequences it would bring
If
Looking out of my window,
Nothing to do but to drive
Passing zones and broken phones
Midnight stops in old ghost
You told me a story of how things used to
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