Flesh
(back-up) [Connie Haines]
We fell in love one summer night,
The stars hang low, the moon was white,
That's where I'll start when I write my memoirs.
The way you look, the things you said,
The clothes you wore, the books you read,
I'll tell of all these things in my memoirs.
As the pages turn, love lives anew, worth paint a picture of you
Read between the lines, dear, if you will,
And you will learn that I love you still.
And there's a footnote referring you
Back to the night you said we're through.
There's nothing more to say in my memoirs.
[We fell
Plain Life
Punk Rock Jock
Pass The Cup
Primal Breath
Paid Vacation Time
Porfirio Diaz
Picket Fence Cartel
Pick Pocket
Proxima Centauri
Pattern Against User
P.R.E.S.S
perfectly happy
P.S. The Scene Is Dead
P.S. The Scene Is Dead
Perfectly Happy
Pretty Pathetic
Pure Imagination
Pilas!
Para Mi Solito
Penas
Piece of Time
Palavra
Plurabelle
Paragraph
Poor Boy Blues
Primer
Party For The Fight To Write
Punk Rock Academy
Pumping Iron For Enya
Play The Game
Parentalia
Pagar O Morir
Paginas Pegadas
Papá Llego Borracho
Perfeccion
Piscis
Porque Te Vas
Page one
Pendulem being
Perfect
PDA
People Like Me
Pierced
Pour Your Love Down
Prescription
Put It 2 Music
Personal Feeling
Policeman Skank... (the story of my life)
Patterns of Change
Petals from a Fallen Rose
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