Lyrics:
can be something
I've got to give you my life
I'm tired of living without your giving
I've got to get you for my wife
Feeling's getting
that go to make up a life
Endless days of summer longer nights of gloom
Waiting for the morning light
Scenes of unimportance like photos in a frame
world was about to face the music. Between the El Mariel and the 1980 riots, we as minorities Americans could no longer take our freedom for granted
when we safely landed, called meself a fool,
I could no longer stand it, me blood began to boil,
Me temper I was losing, for old Erin's isle,
They
seems
But am I no longer a part of your plans or your dreams?
Well, it is so obvious that something has changed
What's happening, baby, to make you act
I was losing
For old Erin's isle
They began abusing
Horah say I
Me shelelagh I let fly
Galway boys were by
They saw I was a hobbling
With
a silent type
On a windy trail
With a shiny cloak and an unseen silver dagger
You can talk till you ache
Give yourself one more break
You can tell by
been in a prison for something that I've never done
It's been one hill after another but I've climbed them all one by one
But this time Lord you gave
Images of sorrow, pictures of delight
Things that go to make up a life
Endless days of summer
Longer nights of gloom
Waiting for the morning light
No one ever touched me without wanting to kill me
Except for a healer on 6th street in Ridgely
Tessa DiPietro
Recommended casually by a medium I
I've been in a prison
For something that I never done
It's been one hill after another
I've climbed them all one by one
But this time, Lord you
Emptiness and just a memory
Love is gone with nothing left for me
All those wasted feeling for something I no longer have
I never knew that love
been in a prison for something I've never done
It's been one hill after another but I've climbed them all one by one.
But this time you gave me
nothing,
Or I can be something,
I've got to give you my life.
I'm tired of living
Without your giving.
I've got to get you for my wife.
Can't hold
there's something left of me
Just like a child, I keep on running back for more
You know I thought I knew the answers
'Cause I've been hurt before
what's good for me
She might know by now
He just smiled from the stormy skies
"You'll figure it out, you'll figure it out"
And I think that I know that
been in a prison
For something that I've never done
It's been one hill after another
And I've climbed them all one by one
Oh but this time Lord you
Making love to a picture frame
One more time tonight
You can tell by the lines in her smile
Something is not right
Where are you hiding
money can't buy
And I know if you give us a try
I'll work hard for you girl
And no longer will you ever have to cry
Senorita, I feel for you
You
of me.
So I'm leaving while there's something left of me.
Just like a child, I keep running back for more.
You know I thought I knew the answers,
do for the healin'
And no liquor in the land to stop your brain from bleeding
And you need something special
Yeah, you need something special all
been in a prison
For something that I never done
It's been one hill after another
I've climbed them all one by one
But this time, Lord you gave me
something to regret
Tomorrow morning
This suburban garage-a-trois
Was worth exploring
Yeah dreams come true
But it remains to be seen
By the time mine
been in a prison
For something that I've never done
It's been one hill after another
And I've climbed them all one by one
Oh but this time Lord you
.jpg/300px-RF_2806_Bonobo_Krists_Luhaers-16_(35611151756).jpg "Bonobo")
.jpg/300px-Music_-_The_World_Is_a_Beautiful_Place_&_I_Am_No_Longer_Afraid_To_Die_-_Le_Poisson_Rouge_(20825095081).jpg "The World Is a Beautiful Place & I Am No Longer Afraid to Die")
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