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A simple garden, with acres of sky 
A Brown-haired dogmouse 
If one dropped by 
Yellow Delanie would sleep well at night 
With everything emptying into
A simple garden, with acres of sky
A brown-haired dogmouse
If one should drop by
Yellow delanie would sleep well at night
And everything emptying into
houses and build car parks?
Windows and mirrors like a two-way glass
This is progress, nothing stands in its path

Yellow bulldozers, the donkey
houses and build car parks

Windows and mirrors like a two-way glass
This is progress, nothing stands in its path

Yellow bulldozers, the donkey
Time, measured in dotted yellow lines has passed you by
and I never said an honest thing to you in all my life
Hard times go slowly and the good
and my yellow nigga
That's me, ho'
Peace to all the MC’s in the house

And peace to all the haze nose all over the world
Yo E, I think I'm gettin'
I've thought of you every day since June of '55
That picture you gave me has helped me survive
I've passed by your house a million times outside
Last night when I was laying in my bed 
Had a dream of a flag in white & red 
Swiss cross turned into the japan dot 
A yellow girl appeared and made
If I had a ladder I'd climb up to the sky
And take my paintbox with me to paint your face up high
In yellow green and orange, purple red and blue
In the year of the yellow cab
In the shadow of the great world war
The third kid grandmom had
Came into this world
On a rolling farm in maryland
When
A simple garden, with acres of sky
A brown-haired dogmouse
If one dropped by
Yellow Delanie would sleep well at night

With everything emptying into
A simple garden, with acres of sky
A brown-haired dogmouse
If one dropped by
Yellow Delanie would sleep well at night

With everything emptying into
Concentration beyond my means
You are kept afloat on air by your sheer wingspeed

The happy music from the blue and yellow tubes
Made it a ballet for me
In the year of the yellow cab
Shadow of the great world war
The third kid grandmom had
Came into this world
On a rolling farm in Maryland
When
for the ragged star fish

And only her lipstick bleeds,
And the color seeds into all your paint by number schemes
What was yellow, what was white,
windows of the factories

Pickin bones of a better day
As I roll on the down the low highway

Travelin’ now
On the low highway
By the yellow moon
Is anybody loving you these days

Lonesome pillow, sun comes yellow
I reach across the bed
Should be hurried, workin' worries
I lie there insted
Another season's passed by
Without a sign without a single word
You used to say that you loved me
And I would say the same to you in return
it at prime time
Sleeping gas, every home was like Alcatraz
And mutha fuckas lost their minds

Just victims of the in-house drive-by
They say
at prime time
Sleeping gas, every home was like Alcatraz
And mutha fuckas lost their minds

Just victims of the in-house drive-by
They say jump, you say
it at prime time
Sleeping gas, every home was like Alcatraz
And mutha fuckas lost their minds

Just victims of the in-house drive-by
They say
with the day
And the bride passed me quietly away

I thought I saw the house where you were born
A yellow house, the color of the corn
I thought I
One by one the days fall beside us
Like yellow leaves we have no conscience
Oh, what we're becoming?

Month by month the rings on our tree trunks
can
But also I shared you with the others
I couldn't stand it

You made me feel like a deserted house
Dark and empty in the dusk
You made me feel
it at prime time
Sleeping gas, every home was like Alcatraz
And mutha fuckas lost their minds

Just victims of the in-house drive-by
They say