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Before it goes on And only I'm left Before the parade passes by I've gotta get in step while there's still time left I'm ready to move out in
by A ship comes in It sails tonight When all the lights parade the air Like carousels at summer fairs Beware the stare of ghost house eyes
Watch them passing by in their million ways Walk on through the evergreens Pass from scene to scene through all these yesterdays Some of them are friends
my eyes to the passing scene Old and young and in between Driven along by the pounding beat All hurrying by Down this street Sorry old man
My piano fingers tugging at the chord 'Cause life in a bubble can be The sweetest thing sometimes With the world just passing by Outside your
the glares From the grass. The children stare Their knees are scabbed. Their chance to fly Is passing by And on their knees Spread wrinkled lines. We
[Chorus] I be living in the left lane Passing y'all by Sun roof rolling back, speakers up high I be living in the left lane Closing my eyes,
up, read all the books and he people worth reading and still see the muck on the sky of the ceiling Left Voice (Morrison, Tucker) Please raise
reading and still see The muck on the sky of the ceiling Please raise the flag rosy red carpet envy english used here is Messenger is nervous it's no
Day to parade Your best shirt and boots Nothing to lose In Biroland Get in a sandpan We're going down river Write down your name Upon my
There's a kid out on my corner, hear him strumming like a fool Shivering in his dungerees, but still he's going to school His cheeks are made