Lyrics:
On
Joseph earns his daily bread
Through serenade and by request from the people passing by
It's enough for him
It's enough for him
I said, Joseph earns his
Another broken back victim
I separate because life just takes its toll
My whole world as it stood
Began to make its fall
Ruined
By all the nightmares
ready when I get home
Getting you first like a Solo
Strong vocals my apartments is acoustic
High voice I bet the neighbors know the music
Both singers
soulmate, life was music
Love was her life tune played by an acoustic
Hypnotized me, every time she danced
Stole my heart, with one glance
Loved her to death,
I know it's time to leave
But you'll be in my dreams
Tonight Tonight Tonight
Written by: Dave Haywood, Charles Kelley, Hillary Scott, and Dallas
A lover's lane in the moonlight
A nightingale sings by the well
The vows you swear not to break
and kisses I'll never forget
I surrender to you
Under
’m a pimp
By blood I’ll hit your hoe make you get
Em girl get em down we down we down stick em
(Stick Em) get em spray em hit him serenade
Time we coming when
I tell a bitch that I'm gone!
Police chase out me the city limits
Heard I had beef that's second-hand
But he don't need no witness
Ladies, you like
sneak love, contraband
Aggression and deception suffered secondhand
By youth but the truth I gained from every friend
It's not cohesion but the time you
I could hear all the plans we had when the wind hits me just right
And I'm so sick of wanting all the things I'm haunted by
My sympathy goes
simple
Stick yo nose in get popped like a pimple
My new babygirl smile with that dimple
Leave you dead like it’s written by Gimple
I ain’t worried bout
and feel
Betrayed by everyone
But I promise, I promise that
When you see who I am, you'll understand
The reasons behind the things I do
The way I try,
the syllables I execute
You're like Fred Flintstone you can call me Gazoo
You're a dumb dumb and then some
Yaba daba doo
Coz I like music
Electric acoustic
before you
Now I can’t get over you
Written by Chris O’Gorman
Vocals & Acoustic Guitar – Chris O’Gorman
Bass – Matt Sim
Drums – Jon Hunt
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Can never quite believe
Your secondhand threats to end me
A slap in my face
You utter disgrace
I'm to think that you own me?
Well maybe you do
I
'll have to find it secondhand
I want it crowded around me
Want my throat to be burning
And my mouth will be open
But you won't hear a word from me
'Cause
I'm the boss of the BBC
I'm the monkey at the top of the media tree
Your version of the riots in Cape Town
Comes second-hand from me
Chewing
I submit
I'll serenade you
Protect me captor
I'll stand by your side
I know I'm hostage
But I sympathize
I'll even serenade you
I'll never leave your
cold?
Ohhh
How do you sleep in a world so cold?
Ohhh
How do you sleep in a world so cold?
I don't think well with the lights on
I slip into a deep
to sing
This serenade made for remembering
A small cafe, Mam'selle
Our rendezvous, Mam'selle
The violins were warm and sweet
And so were you
to sing
This serenade made for remembering
A small cafe, Mam'selle
Our rendezvous, Mam'selle
The violins were warm and sweet
And so were you
to sing
This serenade made for remembering
A small cafe, Mam'selle
Our rendezvous, Mam'selle
The violins were warm and sweet
And so were you
to sing
This serenade made for remembering
A small cafe, Mam'selle
Our rendezvous, Mam'selle
The violins were warm and sweet
And so were you
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