counting down the hours Pretending that it's time Searching for the patience A treasure I can't find Days try to convince Faith can cure all loneliness
No matter what mistakes I make, you're there for me You cure my disappointments And you heal my pain You understood my biz and you protected me I treasure
of each day, there is a hole in my heart Tell me what to do Won't someone tell me what I can do When my castle collapses to sand When the treasures
Gonna find a way to cure this loneliness Yeah I'll find a way to cure the pain If I said that you're my friend And our love would never end How long before
eraser, soul eraser Soul eraser, soul eraser From the sky it came to bring the seeds of slavery For a mind insane an Armageddon fantasy Cure religion
wish I were a maid again. But a maid again I can never be Until apples grow on an ivy tree. For love it is pleasin' and love is teasin' And love is a treasure
I apologize for ruining someone's life besides my own? Regrets on the back of the boat I guess I'm all out of time Looking for a treasure That I knew
BRAND: "I have wealth beyond measure- My treasures are words forged by time in a tale of such beauty they cry to be heard. Still a young fool was I as
am blowing the sweetest of woodwinds and blowing the deepest of horns; I dance to my music I'm making, and the world joins in with my dance; Science and hope cures
dumb ass When you was leaving, did he put up a fight? Was he stressin' you, wasn't fucking you right Well one man's trash is another man's treasure One
security No matter what mistakes I know you're there for me You cure my disappointments and you heal my pain You understood my fears and you protected me Treasure
inner-most power So enchanted, cry inside, fryin and dancin At God speed, damn it, fear is planted Severe nature of man, there's still no cure Seduce
One day three men will find the cure of all pain, hidden somewhere between the realms of France and Spain Iliaster! The first man thirtytwo, last one
I got two women that are on my mind The one I got and the one I can't find Mary's a sweetie, God bless her soul Her heart's a treasure box full of solid
common worker, Supporting his kids and his wife, he Put a plug in his jug things looked Up for sure but the whole damn Thing of it was there is no blasted cure
one Now you're begging me to cure you from the pain But the fats remain the same The years that we had that you treasure in your heart Was just a mistake
