Just before our love got lost you said, "I am as constant as a northern star." And I said, "Constantly in the darkness, where's that at? If you want
Runnin' down Abbey Road, don't stop the ocean. I need to feel a tidal wave. So close, so close, to a family way, to a family way. Don't stop bringing
the clown, oh by jingo. So hold on to nothing, he won't let you down, oh by jingo. Some people are marching together, but some on their own, quite alone. Others
Alamo, heard all about your fandango. Banged on my knees on your back door. Only to wake you to blues on the way... Blues on the way... Blues on the
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This ain't no battle honey, this ain't no fight, How come you take it so hard when I stay out all night, If I take a drink, is that against the law,
In the streets, the children screamed, Lovers cried and the poets dreamed, Not a word was spoken. The church bells all were broken. And the three men
He... ya, ya, I know. He... ya, la, la, la, la, la, he, yea... Ain't no sunshine when he's gone. It's not warm when he's away. Ain't no sunshine when
Angie, Angie, when will those clouds all disappear? Angie, Angie, where will it lead us from here? With no lovin' in our soul and no money in our coats
Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound, that saved a wretch like me. I once was lost, but now, I sure is found. Was blind, but now I see. T'was Grace Mother
Bachelorette, you climb on rooftops and you Bachelorette. You can turn dust into champagne. You even remember his name... Bachelorette, the Braves you
It's so nice to live here, I'm glad this is my home. I've got a homestead on Baltimore Street, it's someplace to call my own... It's all kinds of people
Company always on the run. Destiny to-na the rising sun, oh, eh. I was born six-gun in my hand. Behind a gun i'll make my final stand. It's why they
Ride on, ride on, friends of the black swan. Ride on, ride on, do you know where she's gone? Gumdrops and Saturdays, did Eric call, by the way? He...
Beulah land, got a wasted gun, licorice man, I'll sum you up thumbs up, got something in that sand. Beulah girl, you been hitchin' me up. Got some candy
Tori Amos, (Tori Amos) (Vocal intro...) Oh, yeah... 'cause blue skies over head. Blue skies in my head. All the time clocks are marching; soldiers sob
I'm home again in my old narrow bed, Where I grew tall and my feet hung over the end, The low beam room with the window looking out, On the soft summer
Goodbye Norma Jean, though I never knew you at all, You had the grace to hold yourself, while those around you crawled. They crawled out of the woodwork
