Words by michelle branch Music by michelle branch & will golden Dada duda duda duda...
so i wear you out... so who would've thought that you'd still be here now...
Pick up the pieces and we'll throw them away, throw them away and replace them...
Never again. I’ll slit my throat with the knife I pulled out of my spine....
"Fall To Pieces" I looked away Then I look back at you You try to...
Get down, get down, get down I see everybody rockin'...
Watchin' the sunshine, peekin' over the skyline Thinkin' i gotta...
sample::everything must change. Ends, some people will rob their mother...
You got it (13x) Get up everybody And listen to...
Aha 'and there, but for the grace of god, go...
We've all seen a man at the liquor store beggin'...
They call me white devil, black jesus Heaven closes, hell...
You're the air that I breathe The sun when it...
it goes one for the prophet Two for islam, three...
Feat. n'dea davenport Her skin was soft and sweet, she...