You're the truth not I

Hollie 2022-03-22 08:01:04

Nothing, this is copying lyrics.

There are twenty years to go
And twenty ways to know
Who will wear,
Who will wear
The hat.

There are twenty years to go,
The best of all I hope.
Enjoy the ride, the medicine show.

And thems the breaks for we designer fakes.
We need to concentrate on more than meets the eye.

There are twenty years to go,
The faithful and the low.
The best of starts, the broken heart, the stone.
There are twenty years the go,
The punch drunk and the blow.
The worst of starts, the mercy part, the phone.

And them the breaks for we designer fakes.
We need to concentrate on more than meets the eye.
And thems the breaks for we designer fakes.
But it's you I take 'cause your the truth not I.

There are twenty years to go.
A golden age I know.
But all will pass, will end to fast, you know.

There are twenty years to go,
And many friends I hope.
Though some may hold the rose some hold the rope.

And that's the end and that's the start of it.
That's the whole and that's the part of it.
That's the high and that's the heart of it.
That's the long and that's the short of it.
That's the best and that's the test in it.
That's the doubt, the doubt,
The trust in it.
That's the sight and that's the sound of it.
That'ss the gift and that's the trick in it.

You're the truth not I.

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  • Melissa 2022-03-25 09:01:23

    Couldn't resist giving four stars to robert de niro and julianne moore.

  • Micheal 2022-03-25 09:01:23

    I knew Paul Dano would grow into a handsome guy! !

Being Flynn quotes

  • Nick Flynn: [narrating] He's seen this before. Bums sprawled out from drinking. But he's never actually stood over the blowers, let the hot air seep into his clothes. The air is sucked out of the library. Even on the coldest nights, there is too much heat inside. It's another prison, these blowers, because once you've landed you can't leave. Because one step off the blower is cold, hypothermia cold, now that you're sodden with steam. The blower is a room of heat with no walls. My father is an invisible man, in an invisible room, in the invisible city.

  • Jonathan Flynn: [to Nick] Destiny has brought us together for one fleeting moment. Let's not spit in its eye.