Falling fast and falling free You look to find a friend Falling fast and falling free This could just be the end Falling fast you stoop to touch And
Which will you go for? Which will you love? Which will you choose from? From the stars above Which will you answer? Which will you call? Which will you
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Lifting the mask from a local clown Feeling down like him Seeing the light in a station bar And traveling far in sin Sailing downstairs to the northern
Well I wake up in the morning Look at my clock It's way past noon time Now I'm late for work. Tell me, tell me What have I done wrong? Ain't nothing
I don't know much about love How it cures and frees the soul Makes you whole and all that other stuff But I was kissed by lady luck And I know that I'
You can say the sun is shining if you really want to I can see the moon and it seems so clear You can take the road that takes you to the stars now I
Bird flew by And wondered, wondered why She was wise And ought to stay up in the sky From the air she could wonder For the reason What's the point of
Snow in springtime, storm in the sea Mist at my window, no leaf on my tree Showers in the garden with no flowers to touch When will you bring us your
Well it ain't no use to sit and wonder why, babe It don't matter anyhow And it ain't no use to sit and wonder why, babe If you don't know by now When
Black days of winter all were through The blossoms came and they brought you Clouds left the sky And I knew the reason why They made way for you and the
Old black mountain Tried to spit in your face Old black mountain Tried to spit in your face Baby's grubbing whiskey Oh, she's practicing Old black mountain
Do you curse where you come from? Do you swear in the night? Will it mean much to you if I treat you right Do you like what you're doing? Would you do
Monday is shining, you know 'em Tuesday's rain Well, the days go by me like a southbound train Yes, it's funny thinking you will never call my name Here
Come, my baby Dressed in white Hey, baby Won't you stay the night Cocaine All around my brain Come, my baby Dressed in red Hey, baby Won't you come
Believe me, pretty mama Better not treat me right Just have to forget you After tomorrow night Believe me, pretty mama Better take your picture too