Rebecca Lynn Howard Lyrics
Rebecca Lynn Howard Lyrics
"I Don't Paint Myself Into Corners Lyrics"
I'm a Soldier Lyrics
[Silkk The Shocker] You can tell I'm A Soldier You, you, you, you can tell I'm a soldier (4X) All I wanted to be was a soldier, bitch!! And
[Silkk The Shocker] You can tell I'm A Soldier You, you, you, you can tell I'm a soldier (4X) All I wanted to be was a soldier, bitch!! And
(Rebecca Lynn Howard/Trey Bruce)
It took a while for me to see things as they were
In the light of truth
It wasn't you,it was me
I let myself get used to drowning in the hurt
Against the wall
Who'd of thought,it was me
From there I couldn't even look over my shoulder
I kicked do
Shame Lyrics
Shame, my only feeling Shame, of dirty memories We hide and the words hurt more Like a slap on my face Pain takes over my mind Whe
wn all the walls and started all overShame, my only feeling Shame, of dirty memories We hide and the words hurt more Like a slap on my face Pain takes over my mind Whe
And I don't paint myself into corners anymore
In a brittle heart of clay
I threw my brushes away
The tools of the trade that chained your memory to me
Are out the door
I don't paint myself into corners anymore
When you left you left me with no o
Intro Lyrics
[Lord have Mercy] As we approach the current time frame of 1997.With approximately two and a half years before the year two thousand. Repeatedly it
her choice at all[Lord have Mercy] As we approach the current time frame of 1997.With approximately two and a half years before the year two thousand. Repeatedly it
But to sink
To my knees,and cry
I never knew just how far a soul could fall
Like a rock
I couldn't stop,didn't try
I locked myself behind shades of misery
But when I let you go,I set myself free
And I don't paint myself into corners anymore
In a brittle heart of
Euronoise Lyrics
In ieder land, in elke stad, de scene die groeit actief Als je ziek bent van de disco, dan is hier ’t alternatief Hard, wij gaan hard, dit komt r
clayIn ieder land, in elke stad, de scene die groeit actief Als je ziek bent van de disco, dan is hier ’t alternatief Hard, wij gaan hard, dit komt r
I threw my brushes away
The tools of the trade that chained your memory to me
Are out the door
I don't paint myself into corners anymore
The tools of the trade that chained your memory to me
Are out the door
I don't paint myself into corners anymore