Lyrics:
Think nothing of it buddy
Pal
It's really great to have a chum
Who's kind and caring and lots of fun
He slaps me around when I feel blue
Only a pal would
Talking by the pool of light, language from America.
She puts on the film of him, King is white and in the crowd
They are not a melting pot, say
at the door
Eight today, course I don't stay for much longer
My lips are pullin' on a wood tip cause I couldn't get the slip
For nuttin' stronger, helpful
the woods
Raised by canine
Never learned the things I should
Had to learn to stay alive
Now that I live urban
I have a lot more fun heh
I might do
Yellow sky
You went away
I don't know why
I forgot your face
As the weeks and months went by
Where do we go
When we die
Orange sun
Blue moon
stay on our side
Lapped in luxury I cried for the moon
But the game is up, it all ended too soon
Awakening came as a bolt from the blue
At last
gone away
Is the blue bird
Here to stay
Is the new bird
He records a love song
The production's right on
Alan Parsons in a winter wonderland
in
Talking by the pool of light, language from America.
She puts on the film of him, King is white and in the crowd
They are not a melting pot, say
in tune
The music's played by the, the mad men
Forever young, I want to be forever young
Do you really want to live forever, forever and ever?
and fashioned, each night by the evening news
you could stand on the street, talk 'til you're blue in the face
and they would not make you stop, 'cause you
double dutch
Ow, the bubble butch
All up in the party swangin' E's and C's
Wit a car full a heat, hope you want my beats
I came to the party dog by
to explode,
'Cause you're taking mad long with my ID
I'm in here weekly
You know my face by now,
Stop wasting my time, you know the deal, get me out of this
Talking by the pool of light, language from America.
She puts on the film of him, King is white and in the crowd
They are not a melting pot, say
right
To the night
Hold each other tight, real tight
Baby, don't you go
I need you
Stay here by my side, please do
Oh-oh, babe, we're gonna love
makes sure the system won't feed back (Big fat road manager)
He yells "check one" 'til his face turns blue (Big fat road manager)
Don't you wish he could
Talking by the pool of light, language from America.
She puts on the film of him, King is white and in the crowd
They are not a melting pot, say
the summertime.
We could ride, we could ride.
Take my hand and watch the world go by.
Laugh or cry, well we need to try, get off the line, time to fly.
Oh,
kills you the worst by some blue ribbon best
There's no mystery, no there's nothing at all
I'm just repeating myself since I wrote "Southern Drawl"
I
the soft blue light
When you stay up way too late at night
It's hard to catch what goes on inside
When you're too busy swallowing your pride
Sick
light lover
Am I betrayed by my own perception
I see love is it my obsession
queen of dance, dance my blues away
the little of joy will it come to stay
flows through me
You're in my bones
And in my dreams
You're the one I love the most
And the rest stays between you and me and the Holy Ghost
Oh you're
and I
Don't have much of a fuse
So I lack getting amused
Feeling actively abused
More days of the blues
I'm waiting on the clues
Alone as I cruise through
at the 12th Avenue market
Now promise you will not forget
You are going 'til it's gone
The screen went blue
Before I touched you
And my ride went home
love can be strange
Time goes by and people change
You and me are meant to be
It's written in the stars, it's destiny
So how can something so right feel
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