Lyrics:
on Christmas Eve
A cabin with the light on
Brought them to its door
A woman said, "In my home
You can't bring in your war
So leave your rifles outside
Up
By Robin Williamson
Running from home full of hope
Green as dope and living on our dreams
How long ago it seems since we believed in magic
Finding
enemies
You can stand by the golden doorway
In a well of salty water
We were drinking our gin
What a way to begin
To try to see the light at the end
kind of conviction?
Will I bid the hero farewell?
Will I be defined by things that could have been?
I guess time will only tell
I guess time will
Tell the cops it wasn't me! You saw me right? It wasn't me!
It's not my M.O see me I make it stretch
Get in the way I put a body on my Tec!
Call me
a plane that's headed home
To you
I took a stroll down Abbey Road
Tried to peak inside the studio's
And somewhere along the way I bought you flowers
a long time to come
How could I be so blind, baby
Not to see you were the one
I let ya slip on from me baby
I let ya walk on by,
Shoulda loved,
kind of conviction?
Will I bid the hero farewell?
Will I be defined by things that could have been?
I guess time will only tell
I guess time will
(We're on a mission from Rod)
(One, two, three, four)
(Don't think it's quite bloody funny at all)
(Don't know what you're laughing about)
Life
go?" How could I tell her no?
Her measurements were 36-25-34
"I like the way you brush your hair
And I like those stylish clothes you wear
I like
no respect
For people around you
Who just get in your way
You've nothing to say
You're so vanilla
If you were a paint
You'd be beige
Or be magnolia
Steppin` out from underneath my shadow
Walking home from fridays nine to five
Rememberin` the long way round the meadow
The one we used to take
mother of mine!
We're a long way home without you
you'll see
I'm oh so glad you stumbled in
I've been cravin' company
I cannot stay too long you know
I left some friends at home
Don't you fret about
I keep working my way back to you, babe
With a burning love inside
Yeah I'm working my way back to you babe
And a happiness that died
I let it get
you feel it like I feel it, I grip the mic and then kill it
Okay, I'm gone, as memories resurface from hella long in my past
Chillin', sippin' Sinatra
(We're on a mission from Rod)
(One, two, three, four)
(Don't think it's quite bloody funny at all)
(Don't know what you're laughing about)
Life
who?" you told me to kiss your ass
I apologized, but you could tell I didn't
Mean it by the way I rolled my eyes
And when you said it wasn't me it was
somewhere's gettin' married today
And somebody's home team, they just won state
And some old boy's girl just left him
If that's you, raise your hand, I got
flying
A long way down south
To a secret mission town
In the U.S.A
In the U.S.A
Walking Cajun queen unknowing
About the blue light squadron
About
you were with me
On these long nights
On these long nights
I take the long way to drive by your house
Past the parking lot where we met when you
And it's a long way back to where you come from
A long way back to your home
All this time it's the same old crime
All this time as if it were by design
All
Hey Bobby
Why are you stayin' in here in this shadow?
Come over by the fire
I'll have a drink with you
This is our house now
So let's act like
And the stones in the road
Shone like diamonds in the dust
And then a voice called to us
To make our way back home
When I was ten my father held me
On his
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