Lyrics:
Happy when the daylight comes creeping
Heralding the dawn
Sleeping when it's raining
And sleeping when it's fine
Trains travelling
By above
on and on and on
All around the clock
2-4-7 like the hand on a watch
We go on and on and on
All around the clock
3-6-5 watch the new year drop
We keep it
diss it, while real hop-hippers listen
Started by Afrikan Bambaata, so you and your partner
Gather your thoughts (ninety-six gon' be that year
on the tray
Years pass me by
And still I'm here small on the dreams
Posing itself we suppose to smile
Trying to be strong
And I miss you
For seven years,
An'
it's four in the morning, suns set and seven minutes with you and it's heaven
Ain't an hour that rolls by, I love you 24/7, 365
Give you my name, if you
Southbound jericho parkway
Is what you call a one-way street.
At 7.20, Monday after New Year,
Mister Henry Johnson leaned against the pedal
Aimed his
diss it, while real hop-hippers listen
Started by Afrikan Bambaata, so you and your partner
Gather your thoughts (ninety-six gon' be that year
Cell number seven
Cell number seven ain't exactly Heaven.
Bill the con said, I think it appears
I've only been dreaming the last four years
Wiggy said,
to feel well
Waiting for the void to set me free
Seven years gone by
Seven years gone by
So why oh why do I
Even try
You said you never meant to cause me
suddenly it matters
What was purchased in my name
Whether this or that was paid for
Belongs to me or you
Can the seven years together be divided by two
(ooh-oh, oh, oh, ooh-oh, oh, oh)
I remember lookin' in the mirror, knowin' I was gifted
Only child, me for seven years, everything for Christmas
Family
in circles
Did I do that or was it Mystikal and Urkel?
On to 7 AK 47, so what?
I got seven hoes stoppin' by at seven to fuck
Then put seven in
I got a hole in my heart
Lord I gotta do some patchin'
Got the seven year itch, girl,
We gotta do some scratchin'
Lay down momma
Got a holy
the last six years I've lived through terror
And in the darkened streets the pain
Oh, how I long to find some solace
In my mind I curse the strain
So
the prosecution)
Guilt, seven years hard labor, take him away
Donegal, Tyrone & Derry
Their numbers were few but they did the job of many
Eight weeks went by and the path was clear
Fifty-seven men had all
G A7 D7 G
Oh by golly have a holly jolly Christmas this year
G
Have a holly jolly Christmas
D7
You know as a child, he heard tell of the seven mile bridge
That connected on marathon shore
Yes and it was the gateway key west his grandpa
Had told
seven, eight
Years go flying by
No one seems to hesitate or cast an earnest eye
Yeah, judgment comes in many forms but never scared or shy
regret)
Seven long years
(You can save the drama)
Nothin' but tears
(You might as well run on back to yo' baby's mama)
Baby, I'm gone
('Cause by
the sale
And Lucifer
The light, the light
They're long, so long this time of year
When stars be crossed by twirling fear
You don't suppose I'd prove
My name is Francis Albert (Francis Albert Sinatra)
And I sing love songs mostly after dark, mostly in salons.
I've had some very good years.
I
you and by six we got a date
Seven I'll be heaven-bound and in your arms by eight
Everybody now (we got love)
By the numbers (we got love)
Ooh
the sale
And Lucifer
The light, the light
They're long, so long this time of year
When stars be crossed by twirling fear
You don't suppose I'd prove
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