Is that okay? Is that okay? Is that okay? Is that okay? Is that okay? Is that okay? Is that okay? Someday this will all be over Nothing lasts forever
This is a call to the colorblind This is an IOU Stranded behind a horizon line Try to be something true Yes, I'm grounded Got my wings clipped I'm surrounded
The brain of britain sits in the tower of london Protected by the ravens The prime-minister and the cabinet queue up to consult it On urgent matters of
Well I was born in 1965 That was a hell of a good time to be alive Except that by the age of ten The music had turned crap again Now people say they
You won't find it in the pages of a book It's bein' written everyday, just take a look She's the first one there when you need a friend She'll stand by
Great rain, great rain I thought I heard you call my name Great rain, great rain I thought I heard you call my name I was standing in the station Waving
I knew a girl who was almost a lady She had a way with all the men in her life Every inch of her blossomed in beauty And she was born on the fourth of
Peering out of tiny eyes The grubby hands that gripped the rail Wiped the window clean of frost As the morning air laid on the latch A whistle awakened
Everything is slower here, everybody's got a union card They get up on Sunday, go to church of their choice Come back home, cook out in the backyard And
I know you and you know me We met many years ago In the halls of some ivy covered university Where we both used to go Now we stand outside the Denmark
I wanna be Elvis, I wanna be Dean I wanna be Elvis in the cool machine I wanna be Elvis back in '55 Singing 'Mystery Train' in a Memphis dive I wanna
Oh I've been staying up nights Thinking about a long flight that could take me home Or a slow train rolling Or a big boat floating out there on that lonely
In the grand way She loves me Way she holds me Close to rest with me And to know, she is my life to me Empty days are done Runnin' days are run For the
We have been gay going our way Life has been beautiful, we have been young After you've gone, life will go on Like an old song that we've sung When I
Up in the morning Work like a dog Is better than sitting Like a bump on a log Mind all your manners Be quiet as a mouse Some day you'll own a home That
two would be John Adams and then number three George Washington was the first, you see He once chopped down a cherry tree President number two would be John
My pen's an airbrush, thrown over ya favorite sweater My notebook's leather, I write with a feather My pages look like a Renaissance painting Visions of St. John
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