Lyrics:
Here by my side
Are you close enough to take me to your paradise?
Or am I going down to my loneliness
Could you be loving me more or less?
Was in a Paris cafe that first I found him
He was a Frenchman, a hero of the war
But war was over
And here's how peace had crowned him
A few
you tight
(To hold you tight)
But every time I reach for you, baby
And try to kiss you, you're just jumping out of sight
(Out of sight)
Oh, I've
you tight
(To hold you tight)
But every time I reach for you, baby
And try to kiss you, you're just jumping out of sight
(Out of sight)
Oh, I've
me
Who's the son of some well-known
He was brought in by his mother
'Cause his daddy's always gone
There's a bum from down on broadway
And a few
tight
(To hold you tight)
But every time I reach for you, baby
And try to kiss you, you're just jumping out of sight
(Out of sight)
Oh, I've got news
Another morning, another day in your life
Without someone there by you
You had a dream again last night
You wonder why the dream just won't come true
songs he wrote
He would sing a few of my own
Music made us brothers 'til the end
But not a day goes by that I don't miss him
He won't ever be gone
guitar to the baker's son
For a few crumbs and a place to hide
But I can get another one
And I'll play for Magdalena as we ride
No llores, mi querida
Alms! Alms!
For a miserable woman
On a miserable chilly morning
Oh, thank yer, sir, thank yer
'Ow would you like a little muff, dear
A little jig jig
to hide
A place for me to hide
Can you find me soft asylum
I can't make it anymore
The Man is at the door
Peppermint, miniskirts, chocolate candy
disappearing two by two
On an evening in Roma
Do they take 'em for espresso?
Yeah, I guess so
On each lover's arm a girl I wish I knew
On an evening in Roma
you'd better hold your tongue
Although you've never been that strong
I'm sorry to say that I knew all along
You're no match for that sulky girl
She
Right now it may not seem like spring at all
We're drifting and the laughs are few
But I've got rainbows planned for tomorrow
And all my tomorrows
a man feel better than a woman
Queen with a crown that be down for whatever
There are few things that's forever, my lady
We can make war or make babies
I believe? I guess I believe because
I believe, I believe, I believe that dreams come true.
If you'll wish for the dream by a wishing well,
Well my mother rolled over
And died in michigan
My dog got hit by a truck
And I cried in michigan
I got drunk and puked up my guts in michigan
But
She could be no good, I'm telling you
Gather round boys for a tale that is tragic and true
On the Mississippi riverboat, "Magnolia"
No one
On this old rock pile with a ball and chain
They call me by a number not a name, Lord, Lord
Gotta do my time, gotta do my time
With an aching heart
I'm stuck at the top
Y'all doing ladder drills
Sip some for your nerves
This shits a battlefield
Know it'll get tough
I got a better shield
Call me
you get creative and make homemade shit
Breathing in Nitro from a race cars' hood
Trying to be lit, by acting so edgy
That shit is lame
Imma be
for writing the best songs
Thank you for righting a few wrongs
You're a savage gift on a wayward bus
But you stepped down and you sang to us
And get you
friend Frankie
Well, I know, your best friend Frankie, he wants to see me sink
And I don't much blame him for that
He gets so useless after so few
today I started loving you again
What a fool I was to think I could get by
With only these few million tears I've cried
I guess I should have
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