Expecting Rain

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I totally agree, but is necesary Ñ, without that letter, in spanish we can not to say : COÑO

Beauty walks a razor's edge, someday I'll make it mine.

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I have gone from rags to riches in the sorrow of the night
In the violence of a summer's dream, in the chill of a wintry light,
In the bitter dance of loneliness fading into space,
In the broken mirror of innocence on each forgotten face

He's not a gentleman at all
He's rotten to core
He's a coward and he steals

Seen a shooting star tonight
and I thought of you

you broke the heart that loved you, now you can seal up the book and not write anymore

painfully beautiful

For all eternity I think I will remember
That icy wind that's howling in your eye.
You will seek me and you'll find m
In the wasteland of your mind
When the night comes falling from the sky.
. . . .

This time I'm asking for freedom,
Freedom from a world which you deny.
And you'll give it to me now,
I'll take it anyhow
When the night comes falling from the sky.

I gaze at passing strangers
In case I might see you
But the sun goes around the heavens
And another day just drives on through

I can't see my reflection in the waters,
I can't speak the sounds that show no pain,
I can't hear the echo of my footsteps,
Or can't remember the sound of my own name.
Yes, and only if my own true love was waitin',
Yes, and if I could hear her heart a-softly poundin',
Only if she was lyin' by me,
Then I'd lie in my bed once again

I'm getting' up in the morning - I believe I'll dust my broom / Keeping away from the women / I'm givin' 'em lots of room / Thunder rolling over Clarksdale, everything is looking blue / I just can't be happy, love / Unless you're happy too!

I've been in and out of happiness.

Though I know that evenin's empire has returned into sand,
Vanished from my hand,
Left me blindly here to stand but still not sleeping.
My weariness amazes me, I'm branded on my feet,
I have no one to meet
And the ancient empty street's too dead for dreaming

Yes, I received your letter yesterday
About the time the doorknob broke
When you asked me how I was doing
Was that some kind of joke?

While one who sings with his tongue on fire
Gargles in the rat race choir
Bent out of shape from society's pliers
Cares not to come up any higher
But rather get you down in the hole
That he's in.

Dreams where the umbrella is folded
Into the path you are hurled..

From a platinum window in the Mexican night.

He's going to the carnival tonight
On Desolation Row

Well, we're living in the shadows of a fading past
Trapped by the fires of time

I went to church on Sunday and she passed by

I'm too old to lose
Babe I'm too young to win
I feel like a stranger
In a world I'm living in.
I am walking and wonderin
My poor feet dont ever stop
Seeing my reflection
I'm hungover, hungdown, hung up.

Don't have to be ashamed of the car I drive (End of the Line)
I'm glad to be here, happy to be alive (End of the Line)
It don't matter if you're by my side (End of the Line)
I'm satisfied

Dear Landlord,
please don't put a price on my soul
My burden is heavy,
my dreams are beyond control...

behind every tree there's somethin to see
the river is wider than a mile

Wow cinderella..... I must be in tune with you tonight.... I looked down the page and realized that my three favorite of the ones that were listed were all you...... The first time I heard shooting star... I had just come in from seeing a shooting star... I think I have only seen one maybe two or three times my whole life so that was really a strange feeling when that song came on....

Purple clover, Queen Anne lace,
Crimson hair across your face,
You could make me cry if you don't know.
Can't remember what I was thinkin' of
You might be spoilin' me too much, love,
Yer gonna make me lonesome when you go.