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run that party, not the the NDP
I’m playing NPG, Prince and 10cc
They say the kids got balls by the plenty, B
Sax like Kenny G, any key
Kings like Akeem
run that party, not the the NDP
I’m playing NPG, Prince and 10cc
They say the kids got balls by the plenty, B
Sax like Kenny G, any key
Kings like Akeem
transit
But that's just the way God plans it
Pack a shirt and some fresh pajamas
That's all you need 

Tried to get a flight out to San Juan
But Air
Does it go from east to west 
Body free and a body less 
Come again just to start a fresh 
Once again to find a home 
In the moment
Does it go from east to west 
Body free and a body less 
Come again just to start a fresh 
Once again to find a home 
In the moment
tries to bend
The barker swears to more delights
For all who seek within
The stranger enters canvas doors
And smells the fresh cut hay
The barker
in a half a dozen states
 Mama grew wiser as the years went by
 She never said a word, kept it all inside
 Well they found him face down in a motel
right

He was just blinded by the light
Cut loose like a deuce, another runner in the night
Blinded by the light
Mama always told me not to look into
right

He was just blinded by the light
Cut loose like a deuce, another runner in the night
Blinded by the light
Mama always told me not to look into
nigga
Air honkey and air critter
I come through and kill every litter
Like that like that like that
No country for young men
No no no no
It's like
I want to inhale you like fresh air 
But slowly you spin a cocoon and disappear 
Let me open your seals and enter your garden 
Let me seek to find
So rare, you're like the fragrance of blossoms fair
Sweet as a breath of air
Fresh with the morning dew
So rare You're like the sparkle of old
a bourgeois town
I've got the bourgeois blues
Spread the news around

I've got the bourgeois blues
In a bourgeois town

And i go to park
For fresh air
gets no better, baby

Hey, you a trapper's delight
You an actor's delight
You a rapper's delight

Hey, say I got to have you, mama
Say, say, what's
So rare, you're like the fragrance of blossoms fair
Sweet as a breath of air
Fresh with the morning dew
So rare You're like the sparkle of old
So rare, you're like the fragrance of blossoms fair
Sweet as a breath of air
Fresh with the morning dew
So rare You're like the sparkle of old
So rare, you're like the fragrance of blossoms fair
Sweet as a breath of air
Fresh with the morning dew
So rare You're like the sparkle of old
The mountain air was fresh and clear
The sun was up behind the hill
It felt so good to be alive
On that morning in spring

I want to sing this song for you
So rare, you're like the fragrance of blossoms fair
Sweet as a breath of air
Fresh with the morning dew
So rare You're like the sparkle of old
So rare, you're like the fragrance of blossoms fair
Sweet as a breath of air
Fresh with the morning dew
So rare You're like the sparkle of old
(Parks)

Mama, I remember what you told me 
You said you wait for love before you fall 
But, mama, I am sorry, I guess it's gonna be love after all
So rare, you're like the fragrance of blossoms fair
Sweet as a breath of air
Fresh with the morning dew
So rare You're like the sparkle of old
So rare, you're like the fragrance of blossoms fair
Sweet as a breath of air
Fresh with the morning dew
So rare You're like the sparkle of old
the morning

Now I love that salty air

Sailing to the wide horizon

Let the fresh winds

Guide us there

Maybe if you feel like it, too

You might
To a boy from Indiana fresh off the farm
L.A. looks like heaven with its ever open arms
My mama said to watch yourself like mamas always do
Daddy