Lyrics:
at the close of day
Oh, bury me not and his voice failed there
But we took no heed to his dying prayer
In a shallow grave just six by three
We buried
all
It's these reasons that belong to me
Breathe, the air we give
The life we live
Our voices raising distances
So when my tongue
Break into
Glory days well they'll pass you by
Glory days in the wink of a young girl's eye
Glory days, glory days
Well, there's a girl that lives up the block
head right just for tonight
Everybody everybody, everybody everybody, everybody everybody
Everybody gets a little psycho
Psycho
I'm the voice in your
Well my thoughts
Are like ripples in a stream
I see myself so free
My eyes and spirit say hello
My soul goes dancing by, oh hello
The clean fresh
My friend finally made a record and took to the road and played guitar
He met this girl from Pennsylvania stuck by his side in love and war
Fearful
Let me begin by telling you
Something that happened turned my head around
I took a walk on a cloudy day
I met a friend, this is what he said
before you die (yeah yeah)
A word in your ear from father to son
Funny you don't hear a single word I say
But my letter to you will stay by your side
is in and without you
I bless the day that I found you
So listen baby
I'm happy just to be with you
Love is like a voice in my head
Keeps
today
And I can't see tomorrow
You're burning out my head
And in my brain it's going wrong
And I will live today
And I will live tomorrow
No matter what
I could make you live?
Follow my instruction, swim in the direction
Of my voice, hear my voice
Of my voice, hear my voice
You think that you've
When it's midnight on the meadow
And the cats are in the shed
And the river tells a story
At the window by my bed
If you listen very closely
Be
when my voice is read through a seismograph
And the noise is spread, picked up and transmitted through Royce's head (uh)
Trapped him in his room,
Away in a manger, no crib for his bed,
The little Lord Jesus laid down his Sweet head.
The stars in the bright sky looked down where he lay,
you see
A vast radiant beach and cooled jeweled moon
Couples naked race down by its quiet side
And we laugh like soft, mad children
Smug in
me by the look in your eyes
These are the little things
I need the most in my life
Yeah
Now the days have grown
To years of feeling all alone
broad like Djibouti
Really and truly
Tell me what you do me
A queen like you
Need a king fi go move she
Me nah go act unruly
Cause you my doobies
Anything
Early morning in a motel room
Sunshine trying to creep on through
Lost sleep but I found a tune
Stuck inside my head
Cigarettes, a tank of gas
Away in a manger, no crib for his bed,
the little Lord Jesus laid down his Sweet head.
The stars in the bright sky looked down where he lay,
buzz my head
Ceiling fan broken, there's a heat in my bed
Street band playing "Nearer My God to Thee"
We met at the station where the mission bells
the world just how we feel
So remember this
We can never fall
In our hearts we're all for one and one for all
So now we will rejoice
Tonight with one voice
persecute me?"
As I lay there on the ground, in my blindness
He asked me once again, and suddenly the voice I knew
So finally I managed, a trembling
of an eye
There's music in your head , and it holds your plans
Then handle be heaven wenches in your heart
So love the life you live
And live the life you
to my Black Serenade
The entrance to my hell your pain
Scream your Song the Black Serenade
Live in fear a mind insane
Voice inside my head
Your
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