Lyrics:
all I'm only sleeping
Keeping an eye on the world going by my window
Taking my time
Lying there and staring at the ceiling
Waiting for a sleepy
the top! You're a Brewster body.
You're the boats that glide on the sleepy Zuider Zee,
You're a Nathan Panning, You're Bishop Manning,
You're broccoli.
the top! You're a Brewster body.
You're the boats that glide on the sleepy Zuider Zee,
You're a Nathan Panning, You're Bishop Manning,
You're broccoli.
I'm full proof, chipped tooth, slick like oil
Can't chase me on the daily, blow k.c. royal
From the bay like gp, like floyd I'm sleepy,
On your weak ass
Dear Old Southland with it's dreamy songs
Takes me back there where I belong
How I'd love to be in mammy's arms
When It's Sleepy Time Down South
Dear Old Southland with it's dreamy songs
Takes me back there where I belong
How I'd love to be in mammy's arms
When It's Sleepy Time Down South
lights
Interrupting dry spell night drives
As we set fire to us breathing
Bathe in ambrosia with me
And soak in sleepy leaves
I think God has given
With sleepy eyes we made our way across
Where friendship's found friendship is often lost
With valiant wishes of becoming ends
But there will be
all I'm only sleeping
Keeping an eye on the world going by my window
Taking my time
Lying there and staring at the ceiling
Waiting for a sleepy
I'm real, it's true, I do exist
Today you may feel a little sleepy
Maybe the morning is too soon
I guess I'll have to borrow
One of your sunny
In the sleepy town of San Juanita
There's a story that a padre tells
Of a gay senor and senorita
And the serenade of the bells
Seems they asked
the top! You're a Brewster body.
You're the boats that glide on the sleepy Zuider Zee,
You're a Nathan Panning, You're Bishop Manning,
You're broccoli.
not be today
Oh baby let me stay
We feel sleepy and hollow
But can't seem to rest
Searching for a way out
Tell me is this a test?
Or is someone just
Whenever I wake to see you wake, so near you
I get kind of tired just watching you perspire
Sleepy in the corner of your eye
I've lived my life so
Dear Old Southland with it's dreamy songs
Takes me back there where I belong
How I'd love to be in mammy's arms
When It's Sleepy Time Down South
Dear Old Southland with it's dreamy songs
Takes me back there where I belong
How I'd love to be in mammy's arms
When It's Sleepy Time Down South
alone
Swimming in sleepy contemplation
The music ringing in my bones
The scenes replay now as they will
The stories flowed and fingers fell
Along
Dear Old Southland with it's dreamy songs
Takes me back there where I belong
How I'd love to be in mammy's arms
When It's Sleepy Time Down South
or dare
You've 'gotta wake up sleepy,
You've 'gotta wake up till I come,
Have another slice
Before they take you away
Give some good advice
the top! You're a Brewster body.
You're the boats that glide on the sleepy Zuider Zee,
You're a Nathan Panning, You're Bishop Manning,
You're broccoli.
Another sleepy generation
Lost in a rage and seeking one to blame
You can't take this
You won't break this
Try and erase this
It's such a stressed out
Dear Old Southland with it's dreamy songs
Takes me back there where I belong
How I'd love to be in mammy's arms
When It's Sleepy Time Down South
to the sun that shines for the dead no longer.
Now sleepy death summons him down to Acheron,
That cold shore.
There is no bride song there, nor any music.
wood in my bed
roll over half praying its her sayin "wake up sleepy head"
it never is though, ok mom i'm getting up
oh mom! can i have my OJ in my
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