Lyrics:
as the stars turn above
All we ever asked for was love
And I think that we’ve all been used
Ending up with the Zimmerman blues
Ending up with the Zimmerman
All alone, or in two's
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down outside the wall
Some hand in hand
And some gathered together in bands
introduced the oceans to the earth
Well whoever made the snowflakes
Made shadows where doubts lurk
I suspect an artist is at work
I know when an artist
All alone, or in two's
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down outside the wall
Some hand in hand
And some gathered together in bands
of you
You get to love, you have to talk to somebody about a new life
I don't love my wife anymore, I don't love my kids anymore
Missin' out on life,
I wanna be a Special guest artist
Now I'm done taking pills and I've had my thrills
and now I wear designer jeans
Being on a magazine cover
who even
Future on that list?'
Is that, is that, I might've mistaken,
I might've read it wrong.
I might've seen a one before the five.
Is that a fifteen-carat
Oh, oh my darling
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah
The artist pays the price
So you won't have to pay
If only we would listen
To what they have to say
Oh, oh my darling
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah
The artist pays the price
So you won't have to pay
If only we would listen
To what they have to say
Thank you, you're very kind
Won't you come home, Bill Bailey?
Won't you come home?
Ah, you've been away too long
I do that cooking, honey
You
There are no lyrics to this track. It is intentionally blank, with each of the 71 seconds representing one of the years that the artist's father,
I've been waitin' for you to call
And I've been wonderin' if I might fall
We had a special kind of love
We had a special kind of love
We should
of a Range
But Vevorine, had a special friend called Heroin
She told me, that's how she met Ray Charles and Marvin Gaye
But back then, I ain't gon' front, I
Won't you come home, Bill Bailey, won't you come home
I moan the whole night long
I'll do the cookin', honey, I'll pay the rent
I know I done you
who decided to show his face
I hope you've had fun in the last four years
Look man, I apologize again for
For shooting me?
Do you know I lost
Written by hughie cannon (as released by patsy cline, September 14, 1964
Won't you come home, bill bailey, won't you come home
I moan the whole
Won't you come home, Bill Bailey, won't you come home
I moan the whole night long
I'll do the cookin', honey, I'll pay the rent
I know I done you
And I got my trey pound seven right herr
Right herr you can call the cops if
You want I don't care, don't care
It’s G-Unit we don't fuckin' play fair
Play
Look in your eyes
And I see the lies
But in my mind
It's a mystery
Feeling the pain
And I feel the love
And once again
You're the world to me
Hey,
Won't you come home, Bill Bailey, won't you come home
I moan the whole night long
I'll do the cookin', honey, I'll pay the rent
I know I done you
colors show the glory
Of the Master Artist's plan
Built by god for those who love Him
Those who trust the great "I am"
Those who trust the great "I am"
words we spoke that
Day have forever gone away
Then it's love we talk about
To the world outside we say
"10-4 over and out"
Hello this is Unit 2 callin'
love
Very special love affair)
You've got me looking for love
Though you're my sole desire
Looking for love and a girl for me
You've got me
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