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the landlady, she said to me
"Your lonely friend just made a pass at me"
Perhaps you might enjoy a cottage by the sea
So pack your toys away
Your pretty boys
the pen have writ the praises high
Of the sweet poitin from Ireland green, distilled from wheat and rye
Go away with your pills, it'll cure all ills, be
paper going into town
And having gotten through the editorial, no doubt I must have frowned
I must have made my desk around a quarter after nine
With
it?
Yes, Ches. We used to sit on a seat with the Thames
Embankment behind us. You had a newspaper and read the headlines.
That's quite right, Bud.
I get millions
My heart ain't got no feelings
My cars ain't got no ceiling
I ain't with that actin' all friendly
Please step away from the Bentley
take you surfin' (surfin' safari)with me
Come along (surfin') baby wait and see (surfin' safari)
Yes I'm gonna (surfin') take you surfin' (surfin'
The light that fills my lonely cell,
Is blocked out by the key,
That locks the door to this hell,
The place they wanted me.
Time's racing like
instead!
A thousand years of torture and hunger
Drove the people away from their land
A land full of beauty and wonder
Was raped by the British
Writer(s): antonio carlos jobim
Sky, so vast is the sky, with far away clouds just wandering by,
Where do they go? oh I don't know, don't know;
today has gone sour
Seemin' further away with each hour
Today I go on my way dreamin' of my yester love
Today I go on my way dreamin' of my yester
someday
About a boy who'd always strayed
And a girl who took the fog away
Man, if it could be that way
Then I would come without delay
Yes, with
what's pleasing in your sight
But I'm in love (Yes I am) right now I'm caught up (I'm caught up)
Instead of leaving, I know that you'll be right by my
deliver
To me!
Will it be? Yes, it will.
Maybe just by holding still,
It'll be there!
Come on, something, come on in, don't be shy,
Meet
Many nights we prayed
With no proof, anyone could hear
In our hearts a hopeful song
We barely understood
Now, we are not afraid
Although we
with the country to where you're goin'
So take heed, take heed of the western winds
Take heed of the stormy weather
And yes, there's something you
with the country to where you're goin'
So take heed, take heed of the western winds
Take heed of the stormy weather
And yes, there's something you
only with storm
From way before sunup to way up to sundown papa walked behind that ol' mule
Until the day that they laid him away he lived by the golden
with
Was standing right by my side
She saw my stare and she saw my hunger
And Lord it made her cry
So with anger on her face
Yes and the hurt in her
a circus clown
We'll have lots of fun with Mister Snowman
Yes, until the all the kids knock him down
And later on,we'll conspire
As we dream by
the Indians than we will ever know
He spoke the language of the Sioux the Black Foot and the Crow
(Let's drink to old Jim Bridger yes lift your glasses
Come all ye fair and tender ladies
Take warning how you court your men
They're like a star on a summer morning
They first appear and then they're
said in Soho, leave the "Oh, no"s out
Yes, there is an old cliche under your Monet, baby
You left the station now to the floor with speculation
What
Sky, so vast is the sky, with far away clouds just wandering by
Where do they go? Oh, I don't know, don't know
Wind that speaks to the leaves,
just don't know what to do
And I don't want to lose you
How my life slips away
How the time goes by
And I know I belong here
Yes, I know, though I
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