Lyrics:
But when I dial the telephone, nobody's home
All by myself, don't wanna be all by myself anymore
All by myself, don't wanna live all by myself
only here on loan
It's by bread alone
You're livin'
Call this livin'
In this jingle jangle jungle we call home.
I live in a jingle jangle jungle
But we still had something to lose
And by dawn I wanted
To marry you
With our attitudes by day
And our secret dreams by night
Can we really live
["A man who lives right, and is right, has more power in his silence than another has by his words"
/PHILLIPS BROOKS/]
Close your eyes, come
Farther along we'll know all about it
Farther along we'll understand why
Cheer up my brother live in the sunshine
We'll understand it all by and by
dial the telephone nobody's home
All by myself don't wanna be
All by myself anymore
Hard to be sure sometimes I feel so insecure
And loves so distant
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But we still had something to lose
And by dawn I wanted
To marry you
With our attitudes by day
And our secret dreams by night
Can we really live
I said there's nothing great about the place we live in
Nothing great about Britain (Nothing great about Britain)
Sip a cup of tea whilst we're
In me you see a man alone.Held by the habit of being on his own.A man who listens to the trembling of the trees.With sentimental ease.
it all by and by
When death has come and taken our loved ones
It leaves our home so lonely and drear
And then do we wonder why others prosper
All by and by.
When we see Jesus
Coming in glory
When he comes down from
His home in the sky
Then we shall meet him
In that bright mansion
All by and by.
When we see Jesus
Coming in glory
When he comes down from
His home in the sky
Then we shall meet him
In that bright mansion
I live on a battlefield
Surrounded by the ruins of the love we built
And then destroyed between us
The smoke has cleared
As I stumble through
him home
Bring him home.
He's like the son I might have known
If God had granted me a son.
The summers die
One by one
How soon they fly
I'm not the cunt that you see with the Tommy trackies
I'm the cunt that you see smoking dumper baccy
'Cause I stay rich by acting broke
Cunts see
live by the foot of the mountain
We could clear us a yard in the back
Build a home by the foot of the mountain
We could stay there and never come back
When Josie comes home
So good
She's the pride of the neighborhood
She's the raw flame
The live wire
She prays like a roman
With her eyes on fire,
Alright
Whenever I think about the life I used to live by
I wonder when I'm gonna get back
It seems a long time since I moved into the city
Gotta
Bring him home
Bring him home
He's like the son I might have known
If God had granted me a son.
The summers die
One by one
How soon they fly
But when I dial the telephone
Nobody's home
All by myself
Don't want to be, all by myself anymore
All by myself
Don't want to live, all by myself
bring me home?
When I am an old man and live by the sea
Will all your thoughts fly to me?
When I'm far away from the places we've known
Will all
home again!"
After we've talked of everything
Then I'll get a restless spell
I'll walk by the house
Where she used to live
I hope she married well
make you a lot of new money
Know some killers pull off and they in the Wraith
Ctd, they pull up in a killa Bape
Call up Phillip-Phillip, gon' fill
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