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getting worse 
The walls are getting smaller and I am six feet beneath the earth. 
And I will be, oh I will be, lost. 

I had a dream last night and in
now
When I stretch to the clouds
My feet are bigger than three lagoons
And I can roll like a magnificent beach ball,
Striving high!

Uh! Uh! Uh!
And there he stands -a little boy,
No shoes on his feet and dirt in his hands.
Molding dreams from the clay of his fathers,
And fathers before him.
When I stretch to the clouds
My feet are bigger than three lagoons
And I can roll like a magnificent beach ball
Striving high!

Uh! Uh! Uh!

I
needle outta hay, wanna say
Salutations to the nation of the Nubians
We bout to place you in that 3 Feet of stew again
I got the frequency to shatter
tears in their eyes
Neither one could speak
Hand in hand, room by room, oh it was everything

Three bedrooms, two baths, one car garage
Front porch
you to your destiny
Where by other souls are slain
It won't take long
It won't take too long at all
Three men in a desert wandering
One is knowing
mistreated by those I'm tied to
It won't be long and I'll be on my feet
But until then I sleep and I eat
In a

(Chorus)

We grow up, change and move
instructions that I can see
To steer by

Stick around it's tricky ground
I'd like to see your face alone
I'm hoping there's someone home

Two or three
as the eternal flame would move some to think in
rings
And gold would be our power and other foolish things
But you who dream of liberty must not yourselves be
came on
And into the morning light
Sweet William said I'm troubled in my head
By the dreams that I dreamed last night

Such dreams such dreams as these
I
balloon. 
But I'm getting higher, 
Wafted up by fame's fickle fire 'til the... 

Chalkhills and children, 
Anchor my feet. 
Chalkhills and children,
balloon.
But I'm getting higher,
Wafted up by fame's fickle fire 'til the...

Chalkhills and children,
Anchor my feet.
Chalkhills and children,
instructions that I can see
To steer by

Stick around it's tricky ground
I'd like to see your face alone
I'm hoping there's someone home

Two or three
machines 
One card to answer my dream 
But all I still see 
Is the lucky number 3 

CHORUS 
Throw me in the fire 
Deeper I can?t go 
I?m hanging by a wire
stop racing

Cause I cannot stand still
I can be this unsturdy
This cannot be happening

This is over my head
But underneath my feet
Cause by tomorrow
Look at those dancers gliding around
Seems if their feet
Don't hardly touch the ground

Look at them smiling
Like they knew one another
Like a dream 
Like Elvis and the Beatles 

A three minute song is all he wrote 
He only did it for a joke 
They played him on the radio
From Tokyo
the entire colony have one-by-one been through 
The same glorious romantic tragedy with the same three Lamia, 
Who regenerate themselves every time,
the world to pass me by
I'm gonna dream
I ain't gonna die
Thinking my life was just a lie
I want to be loved
I want to be loved

I found a picture
Our
needle outta hay, wanna say
Salutations to the nation of the Nubians
We bout to place you in that 3 Feet of stew again
I got the frequency to shatter
all by surprise

Celebrating
Fiesta, party quinceanera , family all together we can be as one
Everybody dancing baile move your feet in salsa
Feel
Collects the covers off her magazines 
She longs to be another teenage dream 
The problem is she's turning forty three 
She still takes her clothes off
untouched by the last of the three
Just God's Holy Bible would interest Harold Dee
But he'd read it and recite it in his study for days
Without eating
most men were awake 
Sweet William said he was troubled in his head 
From a dream he had last night 

He called his weary waiting maids 
By one, by