Lyrics:
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I'm with you once more under the stars
And down by the shore an orchestra's playing
And even the palms seem to be swaying
When they begin
And I'm covered by,
A starless sky above.
Here am I,
Patiently waiting,
Hoping and longing,
Oh! How I yearn!
Where are you?
Are you forgetting?
Do
waiting by the phone line
Tookah, you're mine
Said the girl you left her so divine
Woah, woah
Come down to the corner of my pain
It's been rigged,
Just got home from Illinois, lock the front door, oh boy!
Got to sit down, take a rest on the porch.
Imagination sets in, pretty soon I'm singin',
I tell tales tall as cliffs,
You've got a lisp,
Kid those things are hard to miss,
Like my cripple cough,
Or your weekends lost by the lake,
Well you
talk to you by preference
Oh no! I seem to like you...
Oh woe! I lend a keen ear...
Great Scott! I seem to like you...
Guess what! I find you execrable.
You're like an anchor tied around my ankle
But I wanna swim, but I gotta breathe
They're big fucking stars I swear to god they are
For all the money
It's Easy
Oh you seem totally fine
seem like you just finished crying
seem like that mos of the time
that I see you
and I think I'm being polite by
Waitress sets the tables, two and four and six
Laying placemats, knife, fork, spoon upon napkin
All the counter people, she knows us all by name
I am not such a clever one
About the latest fads
I admit I was never one
Adored by local lads
Not that I ever try to be a saint
I'm the type
Old man, let me wipe your eyes
I've never seen you cry
Old friend, in our own sweet time
We'll say a good goodbye
All my life I know by now
I am not such a clever one
About the latest fads
I admit I was never one
Adored by local lads
Not that I ever try to be a saint
I'm the type
I am not such a clever one
About the latest fads
I admit I was never one
Adored by local lads
Not that I ever try to be a saint
I'm the type
I am not such a clever one
About the latest fads
I admit I was never one
Adored by local lads
Not that I ever try to be a saint
I'm the type
I am not such a clever one
About the latest fads
I admit I was never one
Adored by local lads
Not that I ever try to be a saint
I'm the type
I am not such a clever one
About the latest fads
I admit I was never one
Adored by local lads
Not that I ever try to be a saint
I'm the type
I remember walking by the A406
Holding bags of mother-sent cornflakes
Guessing somebody might have noticed
A little boy big head small ears
I am not such a clever one
About the latest fads
I admit I was never one
Adored by local lads
Not that I ever try to be a saint
I'm the type
I am not such a clever one
About the latest fads
I admit I was never one
Adored by local lads
Not that I ever try to be a saint
I'm the type
I am not such a clever one
About the latest fads
I admit I was never one
Adored by local lads
Not that I ever try to be a saint
I'm the type
In calculated silence
Captivated by the violence of the play
Fifteen years ago today
Oh, an evil evolution
Will bring a feeble institution
you're a mess
And I was impressed by just about anything
Whatever you said
Went straight to my head
Now there's nothin else that you can say
We
Woke up, broke down
Boss callin' me tellin me I'm a clown, see
I couldn't hold a conversation let alone a job
So I should come and get my shit
I can walk through the storm
I can walk by faith when my sight is gone
Just as long as you are here with me
And I can gain everything
But what do I
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