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These aren’t fighting hands There gentle Not meant for a slap nor a punch Not a push or pull Unless it’s pulling my lover in fo…
If you ever cry for me I’ll haunt your dreams And tell you to take back every te… Are you rehearsing for a role Who’s baiting the audience
Time sweeps through life Clinging to every minute waiting for the sec... —Qween
As the night fades in The voices begin to seep through The walls Inquiring about the day You can hear the bodies stretch in…
Why death have to be so cruel You either die from this or that Or by this hand or that hand Obstacles may vary You never know when the clock stop…
Life lived on her So she had no choice But to live through it —Qween
Trying to create Peace with these tired hands so My old wounds can heal —Qween
I put you too above me that’s what tipped the scale. I guess one more ounce would drown the possibility of me being free of you.
Restless every time I wake Negotiating with my feet to move Aching at the thought of sitting u… Shifting my weight on my right Stepping my feet down on the cold
Silent homes bare the most secrets Sealed in the cracks Stained on the floors Marked walls give the room charact… Evidence of a life well-lived
That man got a gift of gab He can sell dreams to a dreamer He can sell a star to the sky He can sell water to an ocean Yeah, he has a gifted tongue
The simple life is a walk-in A day of getting lost Not a problem to care for Just the sweet air and the melody… Stepping to the soundtrack of your…
Something is in the air Lord Rearranging me Going around me But why can’t I see it —QWEEN
Cute girl, quiet girl but not a sh… 17 years old Hijacked a car 21 days late N0 way out of this life, so far
My happiness is beyond time Too fast to even catch Too heavy to even carry Too extraordinary to even classify —QWEEN