Lyrics:
the back, one by the living room
I keep all my jewelry at the bank now
Alexander McQueen's therapeutic
Bitch, I'm getting the same money as Cam Newton
Ask
glasses empty now
It's time to rise and shine
There's one less cause in the world
To be leaving for
It was back in 39
When I was one year old
Sitting by
gone so long
I've lost count of the years
Well, I sang some sad songs
Oh yes, and cried some bad tears
Look out, I'm coming
Whoa, whoa
Look out,
And every time I think of the days gone by
I can't help but feel a little sad
'Cause I think of all the years and miles and the tears
And I hear the voice
gone so long
I've lost count of the years
Well, I sang some sad songs
Oh yes, and cried some bad tears
Look out, I'm coming
Whoa, whoa
Look out,
But the neon lights and the endless nights
Fame took me by surprise
The doctor gave me Valium
But I still couldn't close my eyes
I still couldn't
of barely living, hardly breathing
Until the next time round let's hope we break this bullshit cycle
We're living in Dystopia
Controlled by the rich
We're
passes by your window
There's joy and laughter ringing
In the street below
C'mon, c'mon, the big parade is passing
What good is living in a
World you'll
By the shores of old Lake Michigan
Where the hawk wind blows so cold
An old Cub fan lay dying
In his midnight hour, the toll
Around his bed,
compares
To all the things I want to do with you by my side
If I had a thousand years would I be satisfied?
I've been holding on to shattered dreams
You've got a cardboard house
Live there all the time
Keep your memories tied with string
The face that many once adored
Twenty years gone maybe
living
We are living for production
We are living for distruction
We are living for frustation
We are living. We are living
Day by night and month by
I'm not fucking playing "Closer" (Laughs)
When I was nineteen years old I
Was living here and um, i know you've
Heard this story a million times but
thing, they don't know you"
Ah, sure they do, they just not as sincere
It's crazy all the emotions forgot in a year
She like, "Why you even give a fuck,
the freedom they'd save
On the TV broadcast they said it won't last
All over by Sunday consigned to the past
The clean-up starts Monday despite the bomb
And summer comes to Springville Hill
A barony of ivy in the trees
Expanding out its empire by degrees
And all the branches burst abloom
In the boom
Heaven
there should be three, instead there's one,
Time heals all, that's what they say,
I guess it's true, and day by day,
Your thought grow dim, and hazy
Kelly was a fighter
She took the cancer by the throat
Lived every day into forever
Got 10 more years out of that hope
I watched her from a distance
You've got a cardboard house
Live there all the time
Keep your memories tied with string
The face that many once adored
Twenty years gone maybe
the eyes
Better if we were blind
Love After Years
A sparrow and a crow
Spent years flying side by side
Adventures they went on
While living honest lives
of the extreme
Of the unknown the newsboys' muttering
Becomes another murmuring the smell
Of medicine, a fragrantness not to be spoiled
The bed, the books,
a ride and carrying knapsacks
London
In the park by the Thames Drinking tea
London
Sitting in pubs and living in walk-ups
London
Learnin' the accent
too many mornings we've been lazing
And one too many
Nights of foolin' round babe not caring
And not knowing how we're faring
We're living side by
Little roadside restaurant we artfully complain
Groovy tells the waitress that his chicken died in vain
Most every day goes by according to design
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