Lyrics:
When I wake they're always there
Waiting just to freely please me
While I wash they're occupied
Cleaning things so sweetly neatly
When I play
stop is neatly planned for a poet and a one-man band.
Homeward bound,
I wish I was,
Homeward bound,
Home where my thought's escaping,
Home
Paris show
And million dollar lovers
Neatly saw you to your door
Nineteen fifty seven,
Sweetheart of the year
The secret of your beauty,
Was your
we love illusion, neatly
caught between confusion and the need to know we are alive.
real, but the older brother still had jokes
Sadly, daddy left me at the age of six
I didn't know nuttin but mommy neatly packed his shit
She cried,
Neatly packed in 3 minutes or less
Songs, albums and records more than most
Hits so good that no one know your name
Until they hear your magic on the dial
your hand?
I wanna ride with you
Into the storm
Broken engines, burning gas
Every moment from my past
Making time for being late
Buried neatly
your hand?
I wanna ride with you
Into the storm
Broken engines, burning gas
Every moment from my past
Making time for being late
Buried neatly
know you probably want me baby
Keep your hair all neatly, better tie it up when you see me
Glass house full of weed seeds
Cop a ? like I'm CB
Fuck
Every morning I watch you
Walk into the office, in you business suit
And matching shoes
With your hair pulled back neatly
You tug at your glasses
a model 26,
But she stays in her place,
I got a Kershaw neatly,
Tucked inside in my waist.
And the record keeps playing,
The same old song,
stop is neatly planned for a poet and a one-man band.
Homeward bound,
I wish I was,
Homeward bound,
Home where my thought's escaping,
Home
brass knuckles hanging,
From my neck and my chain,
I got a model 26,
But she stays in her place,
I got a curve shirt neatly,
Tucked inside in my
Paris show
And million dollar lovers
Neatly saw you to your door
Nineteen fifty seven,
Sweetheart of the year
Secret of your beauty,
Was your moon
the tide
So until your blood runs to meet the next full moon
Your madness fits in nicely with my own, with my own
Your lunacy fits neatly with my own
My
hand-washed shirts with neatly ordered hair
And the school was big and newly built and filled with light and air
And the teachers taught us values that we had
Strawbs - A glimpse of heaven
The hillside was a patchwork quilt
Neatly stitched with tidy hedge
And crumbling grey stone wall
The trees were bare,
I can see flowers wilting in the sun.
Dellusions of grandour
can overcome anyone.
You're perched so neatly on the fence.
You're keeping your cards
Springs Garbage Lady
Shall ride no more
The town seems empty without her
Around the cobbled streets neatly raking
Making the town nice and clean
to meet the next full moon
You're madness fits in nicely with my own, with my own
Your lunacy fits neatly with my own, my very own
We're not alone
an
Inspection to a little shell.
Consulting a picture book
To see what she collected.
Konchu Saishu.
All arranged neatly in a case and kept with care.
Silver gray hair neatly combed in place.
There were four generations of love on her face.
She was so wise, no surprise passed her eyes,
She'd seen it
and the groundhog
Neatly make up bags of change
But the monkey in the corner
Well he's slowly drifting out of range
Christ it's freezing inside
The veteran
to meet the next full moon
You're madness fits in nicely with my own, with my own
Your lunacy fits neatly with my own, my very own
We're not alone
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