Lyrics:
Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me
I'm not sleepy and there ain't no place I'm going to
Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me
In
of year
Sipping cups of cocoa by the fire
Sing along to songs we know by heart, by heart
Decorate the Christmas tree
With things we made when we were three
She’s my Marceline
She’s a bad thang
Did I mention that she’s bi
And she’ll take me by the hand then she’ll take my life
She’s always outa
that no love in they heart so they fake that
DiCaprio level the way they play that, damn nigga, what is that
Y'all don't hear no songs then hit my
Oh mother you are
Mother you will
Whether by chance, by force or careful
Plan or design
No business of mine
But there’ll be no change of mind in
today
Written and Performed by: Rob Lalain
(C) 2020 Lalain Songs Ltd.
(P) 2023 Lalain Songs Ltd.
gone by.
Sometimes I wonder, how I spend
The lonely nights
Dreaming of a song
The melody
Haunts my reverie
And I am once again with you
When
The ripples run into the sun
And your smile blends with the clouds that flutter by me
As I sit on the edge of a dream
What do I see? What do I
car
The song you never, I'm glad I written
Hidden in my heart, bump it in your car
Not long ago to you, I wouldn't listen
Now I'm driven by my heart,
She says she only wants to help
That it’s too much for me to do it all by myself, but I know
She’s got a mission, a sneaky disposition, wishin' that
Chauvanistic Republican, kills animals
He forgot how to write a song
He's a dick!
Fuck him!
Asshole!
Fuck him!
Fuck Ted Nugent, and fuck the NRA
warm embrace
your angel face.
You like a song.
A song that I can get
out of my mind.
Baby you like a song
in my mind like a melody
sweeter than wine.
The falling leaves drift by the window
The autumn leaves of red and gold
I see your lips, the summer kisses
The sun-burned hands I used to hold
on
Double-crossin' dodges get it on
Complicatin' every little fact
Don't ever turn your back
On Psycho City
Someday as I make my way by song
I'll find out where
Republican, kills animals
He forgot how to write a song
He's a dick!
Fuck him!
Asshole!
Fuck him!
Fuck Ted Nugent, and fuck the NRA
And fuck
the pavement, me and the road collide
Next thing I know I'm on the ground, tripping on the curb
Everybody's looking down, but to me it's still a blur
Hear
As the city asleep
Shares its dreams and desires
Every wish that we keep
Will trace a line to other times, other places
Though the song of the proud
me when I say I'll give it all up pretty soon
Daytime
Time to fight the morning's headache
Gulp an aspirin bang together one more song
Inspiration
the song is all said and done
By the time my chapter closes
By the time everyone's already moved on
I'll still hate myself
I'll still hate myself
I still
Because of Jesus I lift a song of praise
I'm no longer clothed in despair
Because of Jesus I'm wearing a crown
Of beauty not ashes
You lead me by
came along
He didn't have a radio but he was playin a song
I got curious, so I said, yo what's that noise?" (What noise? I don't know)
No fool, that
How many times will I write these songs about you
I keep telling myself that I'll be fine without you
It's a new day
But I'd rather be dreaming than
song
Killing me softly with his song
Telling my whole life with his words
Killing me softly with his song
I felt all flushed with fever, embarrassed by
by surprise
We're going back, back, back, back, back to the past to look at all the shit that we could not have
I put my life into songs, I turn my
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