for a wish come true Are memories of love A motionless pound A beautiful swan The smell of flowers growing near Make me shed a tear Memories of love
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stars for a wish come true Are memories of love A motionless pound A beautiful swan The smell of flowers growing near Make me shed a tear Memories of love
goes to the memory of all our fallen soldiers Soldiers and souljettes all across the world (I miss you) We gon' hold ya'll down, ya'll livin' in our memories
I drag your ghost across the country And we plotted out my death In every city, memories would whisper Here is where you rest I was determined in Chicago
of humility? It came to my ears in the goddamn loveliest melody How grateful I was then to be part of the mystery To love and to be loved, let's just
I drug your ghost across the country and we plotted out my death. In every city, memories would whisper, Here is where you rest. I was determined in Chicago
played all my music, I sang you my love The chiming church bells rode the breeze Love was new Time has a way of obscuring our memories And good times
beautifully mysterious thing Was your image in my mind so deeply Ooh, other faces fade away Blocking memories of unhappy hours Ooh, leavin' just a burnin' love
until i'm Home With you Where we Can see And feel Our love Together again My friend The lonely nights I spend away from you Are filled with memories
goes, to the memory of all our fallen soldiers Soldiers and soldgettes all across the world (I miss you) We gon' hold y'all down, y'all livin' our memories
At midday today, some Americans attended memorial services For victims of Tuesday's acts of terrorism Thousands gathered at Chicago's Daily Plaza Hundreds
's smooth operator Smooth operator Smooth operator Smooth operator Coast to coast LA to Chicago Western mail Across the north and south to [Kilago] Love
operator Smooth operator Smooth operator Smooth operator Coast to coast, L.A. to Chicago, Western male Across the North and South, to Key Largo, love
You just chill out by yourself behind your front door You lost the plot again, where you are now ain't clear It's a misty morning memory, the road that
it is) And everyone in his life would mistake it as love Everyone in his life would mistake it as love Everyone in his life would mistake it as love (
