Cheryl Wheeler lyrics
Cheryl Wheeler lyrics
"Addicted Lyrics"
Outcast Lyrics
Wrapped in your sorrow I face my tomorrow Hearing laughter Taunting ever after Stretching my hand I reach a place That lays beyond this dark embrace I dream just like you I get hurt and bleed too Something strange here Is this what I must do
Cheryl Wheeler
"Addicted"
She says she hates to sleep alone, but she'll do it tonight.
She wants to grab her telephone, but she knows it ain't right.
So if he won't call, she'll survive, and if he don't care, she'll get by.
Climb into bed, bury her head, and cry.
From the beginning he was all anyone could have been.
They were delirious with love; they were certain to win.
Now he's breaking plans more and more, and he's leaving notes on her door.
Took a trip out of town, couldn't turn this one down; He said, "I guess I
should have told you before."Whiskey On A Sunday Lyrics
WHISKEY ON A SUNDAY COME DAY, GO DAY (Glyn Hughes) Come day, go day Wish in my heart it were Sunday Drinking buttermilk thru the week Whiskey on a Sunday He sits in the corner of old beggar's bush On top of an old packing crate he has
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Wrapped in your sorrow I face my tomorrow Hearing laughter Taunting ever after Stretching my hand I reach a place That lays beyond this dark embrace I dream just like you I get hurt and bleed too Something strange here Is this what I must do
Cheryl Wheeler
"Addicted"
She says she hates to sleep alone, but she'll do it tonight.
She wants to grab her telephone, but she knows it ain't right.
So if he won't call, she'll survive, and if he don't care, she'll get by.
Climb into bed, bury her head, and cry.
From the beginning he was all anyone could have been.
They were delirious with love; they were certain to win.
Now he's breaking plans more and more, and he's leaving notes on her door.
Took a trip out of town, couldn't turn this one down; He said, "I guess I
should have told you before."
WHISKEY ON A SUNDAY COME DAY, GO DAY (Glyn Hughes) Come day, go day Wish in my heart it were Sunday Drinking buttermilk thru the week Whiskey on a Sunday He sits in the corner of old beggar's bush On top of an old packing crate he has
She says she feels like she's addicted to a real bad thing,
Always sitting, waiting, wondering if the phone will ring,
She knows she bounces like a yo-yo when he pulls her string,
It hurts to feel like such a fool.
She wants to tell him not to call or come around again,
He doesn't need her now at all the way that she needs him.
She's on the edge about to fall from leaning out and in,
And she don't know which way to move.
She wants to be fair; she couldn't say he was ever unkind,
But if she could bear to walk away, she thinks he wouldn't mind
'Cause he just
Ways Of Man Lyrics
WAYS OF MAN (Gordon Bok) The ways of man are passing strange He buys his freedom and he counts his change Then he lets the wind his days arrange And he calls the tide his master Oh the days, oh the days Oh the fine long summer days The fish come
keeps himself so apart and there's no one else in her heart,WAYS OF MAN (Gordon Bok) The ways of man are passing strange He buys his freedom and he counts his change Then he lets the wind his days arrange And he calls the tide his master Oh the days, oh the days Oh the fine long summer days The fish come
So she's taking a dive from an emotional high and coming down hard.
She's determined to try, but she'll still give in when he gives her a call.
She'll ask herself why, but in the end it won't matter at all.
Sure, she could sit at home, stay inside and sleep alone with her pride
And as she walks out that door, she feels as weak as before with nothing to
hide.
She says she feels like she's addicted to a real bad thing,
Always sitting, waiting, wondering if the phone will ring,
She knows she bounces like a yo
Svea Saga Lyrics
Tor...Med ?ska for han fram Oden...Han var k?nd som visdomsman De var asar och gudar i v?r ?ldre tid V?r tro s? var om asken Yggdrasil Du h?r Svea saga Ber?ttas ?n en g?ng Om svenska hj?ltar, frihetsm?n Om kungar och k?mpar M?nga fler ?n en Om sv
-yo when he pulls her string,Tor...Med ?ska for han fram Oden...Han var k?nd som visdomsman De var asar och gudar i v?r ?ldre tid V?r tro s? var om asken Yggdrasil Du h?r Svea saga Ber?ttas ?n en g?ng Om svenska hj?ltar, frihetsm?n Om kungar och k?mpar M?nga fler ?n en Om sv
It hurts to feel like such a fool.
She wants to tell him not to call or come around again,
He doesn't need her now at all the way that she needs him.
She's on the edge about to fall from leaning out and in,
And she don't know which way to move.
She says she feels like she's addicted to a real bad thing,
Always sitting, waiting, wondering if the phone will ring,
She knows she bounces like a yo-yo when he pulls her string,
It hurts to feel like such a fool.
And she don't know which way to move.
It hurts to feel like such a fool