December 2010
Perhaps it’s the color of the sun cut flat An’ cov’rin’ the crossroads I’m standing at Or maybe it’s the weather or something like that But mama, you been on my mind I don’t mean troub
You were so down child last time I saw you Tears in the rain no one will notice Life doesn’t have to be such a struggle Beat you to sleep awake you with anger It’s a bitter world and it’s getti
Vaknar upp och undrar vad du gör gårdagen finns kvar där utanför jag ser dig överallt men saknar dig ändå en tusendels sekund sekund för att förstå jag kan inte sluta tänka på dig du
Ricky was a young boy, He had a heart of stone. Lived 9 to 5 and worked his fingers to the bone. Just barely out of school, came from the edge of town. Fought like a switchblade so no one could tak