us I am not strong enough I know I can not ever let you go Within my heart, within my heart (Within my heart, within my heart) Within my heart...
I wear my pride on my sleeve like a bracelet If god had a iPod, I'd be on his playlist My phrases amazing, the faces and places, the favorite My cup overruneth with
sound of alarms Delicate and caving in Drenched in my own This faith is coming with me Days inch by grown weary as we sleep April has become the numbing heart
I'm out that window with my 44, another fucking hit Don't know who to trust with my shit I'm in this click, you in my hood you better know who you fucking
like you don't know what my name is Before I start diving up in that ass like Greg Louganis That's not my number one AMOS You take my style and squeeze
that motherfucking anger April 29, Florence to Normandy, April 29, Florence to Normandy April 29, Florence to Normandy, April 29, Florence to Normandy
Tomorrow's forecast (flurries motherfucker) snowman in full effect so play the odds out till april the tapes will grow so we can by posters and staples
NOW YOU'VE GONE TOO FAR WITH ALL THE THINGS YOU SAY GET BACK TO WHERE YOU COME FROM I CAN'T HELP IT UNDER THE APRIL SKIES UNDER THE APRIL SUN SUN
the pond I knew that the ice grew weaker each day But still took the risk and kept haulin' away One evening in April bound home with a load My mare showed
it Under the April skies Under the April skies Under the April sun Under the April skies Under the April sun Under the April sun Under the April skies Under the April
my feelings are I always end up hurting you I always end up hurting you Without you I keep crying With you I am just hurting you Without you I am dying With
behind To know I can take my freedom And my heart isn't next to line With you the sun is always rising When im with you it's never dark With you the
father said:' Victor, my only son, don't you ever tell lies.' It was a frosty December, it wsn't the season for fruits; His father fell dead of heart
things I say are true Understood sadly by a chosen few April 2029 the final time The end my friend is not near The hour in fact is quite hear When
