Bài hát Set The Fire To The Third Bar(Album Version) - Snow Patrol, Martha Wainwright. I find the map and draw a straight line. Over rivers, farms, and statelines. The distance from 'A' to where
Now that's what I'm talking 'bout. Year of the ASAP Mob Lines - tell them read between it. Tripping while I'm slipping, busy fighting off these demons. Listen while I'm spitting boy, you probably
need them where we're going. See what happens just happens. There ain't no straight lines in the state of things. So try to cling on for dear life. And don't forget the world keeps on turning round
There's a sound across the alley. Of cold metal touching skin. And you can see, if you look in her window. That she has gone and cut her hair again In straight lines. Straight lines Those soft
Countdown to the very end. Equality, an invitation that we wont extend. Ready aim, pull the trigger now. Its time you firmly secure your place in hell State of the union address. Reads war torn country
words. (16 lines, lines, lines. ). (Of blow and I'm fine). ♪. (You're wastin' your time, wastin' your time). (Please don't cry). 16 lines of blow and I'm fine. Break my bones, but act as my spine
Nobody seems to care about you. With your tool case by the roadside. There beneath the power lines. Or the pallor of your skin. Paled beneath fluorescent lights. In a Greyhound station's cruel
the business to the hallways, driving up for four days. On parole with warrants that'll send me back the raw way. If I get caught across Jersey statelines. Figure this 98 and I been runnin' since 89
the business to the hallways, driving up for four days. On parole with warrants that'll send me back the raw way. If I get caught across Jersey statelines. Figure this 98 and I been runnin' since 89