Search results for flying home pt 2 by miles davis

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the warning voice.
All I hear is thunder as our two hearts beat, 
Doin' 90 miles an hour down a dead end street.

You're not free to belong to me
and you
and sometimes
Strolling for miles to a movie show
Singing a song "Shoobedoo
"While birds and rich folks flew
Right on by

But we got by
Lord knows we got
Remember days of yesterday
And how it flew so fast
The two score and a year we had,
I thought would always last

The summer days and west coast
the highways
Every day for miles
Babbling to birds flying by
(Babbling to the birds as they fly by)

Somewhere some man hides his eyes
Cause Dooley is his
(C.W. McCall, Bill Fries, Chip Davis)

One time when I's growin' up -- it was when I's a kid -- there was nothin' to do at home so I called up
So what if your jeans are torn
They've been torn since Bros were cool
I wanted you for a little while
You got it wrong by a million miles

Big
a flying monkey swoops down over
Dorothy sound system
To capture the bitches and toto too systems
Y'all pimps front on some indestructible daytrip with
So what if your jeans are torn
They've been torn since Bros were cool
I wanted you for a little while
You got it wrong by a million miles

Big
So what if your jeans are torn
They've been torn since Bros were cool
I wanted you for a little while
You got it wrong by a million miles

Big
So what if your jeans are torn
They've been torn since Bros were cool
I wanted you for a little while
You got it wrong by a million miles
Big
to keep the time from twisting out of reach
And it?s one Mississippi
It is two time?s grip is slipping
It?s three Mississippi
Time stands still

Got no home
in a beautiful snow
From the prevailing thirty-mile-an-hour southwest wind

"And when my last remains go flying over the left field wall
We'll bid
Everything I ever wore was once worn before
Roll with the punches now it's box office numbers
Dressed like Sammy Davis, steamin' my marijuana
Double MGs,
Yo, legend, what's good, legend, what's going on?
(Yo, we gotta do the intro over and all that, right?) Ice H2O
(Ight, keep all that, keep all
One
Testimony in trials that never got heard

My lovers teeth are white geese flying above me
My lovers muscles are rope ladders under my hands
Hannavilly take ya piggy I gettin' my shine on
I sold two million records now my paper on swoll
Now the mayor of the city, top down when I roll
H-Town, home