There are people in your life who've come and gone, they let you down and hurt your pride. Better put it all behind you, life goes on, you keep carrying that anger, it'll eat you up inside.

Cause a man with a briefcase can steal more money than any man with a gun.

What are these voices outside love's open door, make us throw off our contentment, and beg for something more?

It's an inside job to learn about forgiving, it's an inside job to hang on to the joy of living.

In forty-five minutes, it'll all be done. We'll all be good and crispy, but we'll still be number one.

For every moment of joy Every hour of fear For every winding road that brought me here For every breath, for every day of living This is my Thanksgiving

We got the bubble headed bleached blonde comes on at five, She can tell you 'bout the plane crash with a gleam in her eye, It's interesting when people die give us dirty laundry...