It's time now to move a bit Forget about the stone faced angels Just move along keep moving on Silver to gold on the streets There's no pavements of
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I'm not chasing miracles I don't want no sympathy I'm waiting for the world To keep me company Thinking 'bout the universe Trying to keep my fears at
Fashion fever Fashion fever Fashion fever Fashion fever Forever brand new Always out of date Fashion fever It's all about you Tomorrow is too late
Don't play this game with me You know you came to be my world When times were bad enough Seems I was good enough You run out my door You come back and
It just occurred to me, I must be blind Why do I try so hard to keep my cool When I'm about to lose my mind There was a vision flashing by Of a summer
I just heard that time will come to an end In twenty thousand million years I just heard the big bang With my own ears People sit and worry about the
Hey yeah Hey yeah I'm going nowhere Gotta face up to it Gotta wake up to it I feel so guilty Killing time is a sin There's no way you can win A dam burst
Tell me something Why do I always find it hard just to get along? Try my best for nothing Every little thing I do is wrong Feel it in my brain, driving
Too bad about the weather But something even badder's gonna spoil her big day He stands by the mirror Feelin' he's gone fifteen rounds with Cassius Clay
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Day and night By the window Of my mind There you are In the courtyard One last time The singing of a famous song, I've never heard before A man without
I don't know why I love you like I do But baby I love you and always I'll be true I know sometimes you treat me like a fool Try to bend me to your rules
The time has come for dreaming Don't feel tired but I feel a need to sleep 'Cause my life takes on new meaning When I close my eyes and you reveal yourself
It's late I know but I can't sleep Peace of mind is hard to keep I saw it on the news today A thousand lives just blown away I want eyes I want eyes
I been waiting here for so long Counting all the holes in my shoes You've been singing such a different song I ain't gonna punch you in the eye Just '
Born in this place, you only see so far Hear what we say If we put the truth in your hands Would you really like to know, Kansas city milkman? A row
Win some, lose some That's the way I play the hand I get no sense in getting sore It comes easy or it never comes at all And I get something off a lesson