Engine Down Too Much of a Good Thing歌词

Oh Mighty Engine Cindy writes a paragraph Says time is passing But the bubbles in her heart Are everlasting Yeah, she gave her life to art An who could blame her It's pretty major, fraught with danger And stuff like that Oh, mighty engine of good int

Engine, engine number 9 Get me, get me back on time Move on, move on down the track Keep that steam comin out the stack Huh! keep on movin Keep on movin, keep on movin Ooow! Uh! Engine, engine number nine Keep on movin down the line Seems like I been

[ti:Yo-Yo] [ar:Nicola Roberts] [al:Cinderella's Eyes] [00:00.51]Yo-Yo [00:04.09]Nicola Roberts [00:08.29] [00:16.46]I'm the kind of girl that likes to dream a lot dream a lot [00:20.34]Lose myself staring into my coffee cup coffee cup [00:24.42]You a

[ar:mirah] [ti:Engine Heart] [al:] [sign:] [total:155219] [offset:0] [00:08.86]Be still my heart [00:13.59]Engine turning over won't you start? [00:17.96]This one's come to tear me all apart [00:20.78]Be still my heart [00:26.37]Just read those eyes

Feel like a broke down engine, ain't got no drivin' wheel Feel like a broke down engine, Mama, ain't got no drivin' wheel You all been down and lonesome, you know how a poor man feels I been shooting craps and gambling, Mama, and I done got broke I b

[00:00.18]The Ghost Inside - Engine 45 [00:01.87]. [00:03.82] [00:05.19]. [00:31.49]Grab a hold of me, I''ve got my arms up. [00:34.92]Pull me out from this darkness. [00:37.37]It''s so hard for me to see light at the end of that tunnel. [00:42.11].

One engine barely makes it away, one engine barely away. Hold on the breaking bonds, hold on their breaking their bonds. one engine barely makes it away. And the martyr line. It's a bitter pill. And the line of right. It will barely make you feel. I'

I'm an engine driver on a long run, on a long run. Would I were beside her: she's a long one, such a long one. And if you don't love me, let me go. And if you don't love me, let me go. I'm a county lineman on the high line, on the high line. So will

Kingdom of skin, supple and sleek Vessel of precisely that which I seek With will of steel and silver tongue One by one its manacles are undone With precision and prowess I disrobe That which unsoiled sackcloth clothed Grasp its buxom bounty with cra