Lyrics:
Brush away the cobwebs of freedom
Now we're here, there's no turning back
You have each other you have one voice
Hand in hand you can lay the tracks
you along
Where else on earth would you wanna go?
We can leave all this hate before it's too late
Why would we wanna come back at all?
Cobwebs
When you wake up
Cobwebs on your eyelids
Stuck in rigor mortis, whoa
Just get going
Til you hit the ocean
And you turn Californian, whoa
You
you along
Where else on earth would you wanna go?
We can leave all this hate before it's too late
Why would we wanna come back at all?
Cobwebs
I am a cobweb
In the corner of the room
I tell you I built myself a beat baby
So c'mon and cry me a monsoon
Get busy on it
And make it deep
it from the rooftops Gonna find true love and cherish it, cherish it always This new year Cool winds in the spring Blow the cobwebs out
else was there
I woke just as the sun was rising
Brush cobwebs from my eyes
The morning rain looked just like diamonds
Well that was quite
else was there
I woke just as the sun was rising
Brush cobwebs from my eyes
The morning rain looked just like diamonds
Well that was quite
Memories are whirling by, yeah
Reminisce in the attic
Lucretia waits impatiently
Cobwebs make me squint
The cobra so eloquently glints
Moonbeams surge
A lot of cobwebs in your head,
You're getting rusty, so you say,
You feeling bad, and everything looks gray, and say,
You're getting worried,
If I could have just one more wish, I'd wipe the cobwebs from my eyes
If I close my eyes forever, will it all remain unchanged?
If I close my eyes
wrapped up in the strangle silk
Of this cobweb town where culture is king?
I'm in my bedroom on the verge of a terrible thing
I close my eyes and think
If I could have just one more wish, I'd wipe the cobwebs from my eyes
If I close my eyes forever, will it all remain unchanged?
If I close my eyes
Train-whistles, a sweet clementine
Blueberries, dancers in line
Cobwebs, a bakery sign
Ooooh - a sweet clementine
Ooooh - dancers in line
My percussive feet serve cobweb headaches
As a matching set of marching clocks
The slumbering apparitions
That they've come to wake up
Here I am,
of us
Here's what we're going to do
Gonna shake off the cobwebs and limber up
And stretch it out and do plenty of Pilates
'Cause tonight, tonight
Hey, come inside
While I stand here acting bold
Can't stand to feel this way
Clear out the cobwebs in my soul
This time I turn around
Hey come inside
While I stand here acting bored
(Yes I feel this way)
Clear out the cobwebs in my soul
[Chorus]
This time I turn around
A lot of cobwebs in your head,
You're getting rusty, so you say,
You feeling bad, and everything looks gray, and say,
You're getting worried,
you rap you better than that
What we'll do is treat your head like a tab (put some money on it)
The outfit is fresh, faux pas is cobwebs
She don't
On the pavement
And torture chambers down in the basement
Cobwebs hangin' over your head
And music bein' played by the Grateful Dead
And spinnin' on the turntables
stopped overthinking
Decided to draw back the curtains
And I cleared all the cobwebs
And began to let in the light
So come and revive me
I can't feel
20 hours a day
And doin push-ups every hour a day
Cause I'm tryin to keep the cobwebs away
that's why I'm markin off the calender days
Tryin to get out
The alarm clock woke my sleeping but I lay there for a minute
With a million cobwebs clinging to my brain
I stopped the bell from ringing in
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