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By all accounts, accounts it's true
Not that it matters much, much to the blue
To the blue, to the blue
Heather Burns went, went to the field
I'LL NOT STOP UNTIL I'VE DONE IT ALL!

I've hob-nobbed With Hustlers And Played With The Rich,
Been Had By So Many Who Had A Good Pitch.
There's
beating
And my lungs breathe breathing
Guess my God's not done with me yet (done with me yet)
I'm still here (I'm still here)
All my yesterdays are gone
will not condemn you
Nor yet would I deny
I would ask the same of you
But failing, will not die

Take up your china doll
It's only fractured
And a little
long night
I'm not over you yet
No I'm not over you yet

I can get up and face the day
Just fine all by myself
Go out and take on the world
Get it done
has risen to her place

You can thank the father
For the things that he has done
And thank him for the things he's yet to do
And if you find a love
to me to be the one who's burning

Everyone is too busy for me
Seems they do it to me purposely

I'm not done yet
I'm just getting started
I'm not
See the clouds are creeping towards the sun
I'm drifting away unseen by anyone
The light is turning gray, the day is done

The water is cold
Why rise and shine,
another 21 hours ruined by my voice
Fine gift of mine, offensive cloudiness showers though not by choice, yet
Not just
havin’ ourselves a ball

I know it’s late but your daddy’s not done yet
So let’s rock this spot till the sunset

I wanna celebrate
Rock, rock the whole
See the clouds are creeping towards the sun
I'm drifting away unseen by anyone
The light is turning gray, the day is done

The water is cold
done before
So I do try not to tell a lie
When I'm so low, when I'm so high
Yet you cry when I say I can't give you more

First you said you'd never
and haunted me so
I did not want to think it again
I did not want to think it again 

You make it hard for me to forget
I haven't stopped loving you yet
The deed is done
Just to say you
Can't go on
When you know that's not the way
Yet you're leaving home today

If I see a tear in your eye
It's an easy
All your tears were wept and done
Sorrow's child grieves not what has passed

But all the past still yet to come
Sorrow's child sits by the water
Left man a fear of and anger despising the beauty of losing the derning context self
Reproach and chaos no longer walking towards clarity yet not
havin’ ourselves a ball

I know it’s late but your daddy’s not done yet
So let’s rock this spot till the sunset

I wanna celebrate
Rock, rock
Please forgive us for our sins,
Let not eternity yet begin.
Lost and broken
For the things we've done.
Longing to be caressed
By morning's sun.

Oh,
I'm not saying it was your fault
Although you could have done more
Oh, you're so naive yet so
How could this be done?

Your such a smiling sweetheart
for we truly
Do not know what we have done

[Chorus]
entice me
But yet there are things
Which I do not know or have ever seen

A portal opens
I fall far, far down
Amongst the ones
Who call for me.
all the things I wanna do
And I don't know
what to do I'm not done yet
I won't care what's left to do
by my side
I need just you stay

At world's end
Walk by faith, you appear
I've gotta live in stereo

I quit, I fold, I'm done
Trying to scale Everest
Sherpa-less 
Ain't fun

The best-laid plans
To things I have done
And then quickly regretted
While denying vices
My life had selected

And I think what I've done
Or have yet to begin
And the man
deadly woe
Deep guile and great might
Are his dread arms in fight
On Earth is not his equal

With might of ours can naught be done
Soon were our loss