Lyrics:
blossom needs the sunshine to makes its life complete.
Some are torn out by the roots and cast aside
And some might be arranged for a bride
A flower's
the belle of the ball,
There's nothing as gay as life in paris ,
There's no other person, I'd rather be,
I love what I do I love what I see,
But where is
of the young ones
It is the wisdom of the old
It is the story of the poor man
That's needing to be told
But one by one will we run away
With our made up minds
Yesterday when I was young
The taste of life was sweet as rain upon my tongue
I teased at life as if it were a foolish game
The way the evening
too young to understand
They say I'm caught up in a dream
Well life will pass me by if I don't open up my eyes
Well that's fine by me
So wake me
a reason, oh no
Speeding through all of these red lights, fast life
Dreaming a beautiful exit
We're gonna die young
Speeding through all of these red lights,
We in the time of our lives baby
Turn the music up, Primetime
Yeah, primetime, beat by Dion, our third eon
That's what the fuck we on
Mo'
Once I knew a pretty girl
I loved her as my life
I'd gladly give my heart and hand
To make her my wife
Ooh, to make her my wife
She took me by
Lives a life unencumbered by me
She king of Brooklyn she
Man, when I was a young man
Not like I'm driving a rocking chair now, but
Man, when I was
Hey baby, hey baby, hey
Hey there young man
It seems like your sight's been blinded
Oh, how I wish you could see
The very life that you're lived
nights wishing it was how it used to be
He spends most of his flights getting pulled down by gravity
I call just checkin' up on him
He's up, 3 AM
made for each other
Was I too young to dream
You said something that gave me butterflies
Life's a treasure, but love's so unkind
So please be
of death
My niggas, we the last ones left, but life goes on
How many brothers fell victim to the streets?
Rest in peace, young nigga, there's a heaven for
I saw my baby
She was turning blue
I knew that soon, her
Young life was through
And so I got down on my knees
Down by her bed
And these are
as my life goes by
There's no doorbell ringing, no sweet sounds of singing
Just a silent room where tears won't dry
Life is sad when people hurt you
Sad
You know my life is at stake
Yeah now I hope you'll see me
When I come streakin' by
Well I hope you'll see me
When I come streakin' by
She' got a bad
these niggas ain't got no cars today, man
My car was so pretty, I ride by, niggas' dicks get hard
You dig what I'm sayin?
[Young hustler:]
Ha-ha, man,
the top strip tease
My life is slow motion but the watch screamin' freeze
Yughck, young nigga gettin' money
The feds dragged neck, couldn't take
Come and listen to my story
Come and listen to my song
I will tell you of a hero
Who's now dead and gone
I will tell you of a young boy
Whose age was
Come and listen to my story, come and listen to my song
I will tell you of a hero, who's now dead and gone
I will tell you of a young boy, whose
standing in your way
Se a vida e, I love you
Come outside and feel the morning sun
Se a vida e, I love you
Life is much more simple when you're young
It was down by the Sally gardens
My love and I did meet
She crossed the Sally gardens
With little snow-white feet
She bid me to take life easy
Written by Dennis DeYoung
Lead Vocals by Dennis DeYoung
It's six o'clock
Good morning sounds are everywhere
The warmth of spring, a gentle
The bright moon was shinin', the hour was late
Shot down by Pat Garrett who once was his friend
The young outlaw's life is now come to an end
There's many
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