Lyrics:
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Just waiting
For next bus traveling
Down town
It's a cry and a shame
Isn't it
A beautiful weather?
If I could have my way
Well, I would not
it's climbing clear up in the sky.
Oh, what a beautiful mornin',
Oh, what a beautiful day.
I got a beautiful feelin'
Ev'erything's goin' my way.
it's climbing clear up in the sky
Oh, what a beautiful mornin'
Oh, what a beautiful day
I got a beautiful feelin'
Everything's goin' my way
All
train, like a Siamese twins
Connected by brain I feel the pain
My heart bleeds seeing little kids on hawking in the street
God please please giv'em some
you
Welcome to my beautiful mess it's not cute
Could it be it's hard to exist on my own
Could I be a little depressed, I don't know
I might get
immortal)
(Oh, it's a beautiful day) I don't talk too much, man
Have they got mine?
Cryin' out finally, and a little mercy
I don't talk too much, man
much to my
Beautiful, loyal, amazing fans
You are so filled with talent and joy
I’m so glad all the time
That’s a very little monster in there points
Fan
by a timpani
Heavy handed
So demanding
That you live in my head just to get it
With the tide rising with every cheap glass of wine that I'm biding my
were
Johanna (Johanna)
And if you're beautiful, what then
With yellow hair, like wheat?
I think we shall not meet again
My little dove, my sweet
were
Johanna (Johanna)
And if you're beautiful, what then
With yellow hair, like wheat?
I think we shall not meet again
My little dove, my sweet
and I remember
And I stay by this door like a kid in December
Hoping you might light my darkness
A gift from the shiny world
One damn beautiful girl
Yeah
but mad 'cause she couldn't fit into her dress
I spent all of my afternoons fixin' up our extra room
For a boy named Bill or a little girl named Tess
Please, let me take you to a sacred place where only lovers go
Our own little hide away
Cause I, want to spend my whole life just hoping
That I can
really counterfeit
So my little son Dominic thinks that I'm a dick
Cause I was runnin' 'round like a little baby Jesus
To me women had to be saints,
of Emilia-Romagna. It’s a warm September morning and the piazza is crowded with people, watched over by the lofty bell tower of the 12th century Basilica of San
each blessing one by one
for breath in your lungs and son risen
for making your lunch in your little kitchen
while the sound system bumps BoogiRoot drum
beautiful,
Well I think it's beautiful, yeah
The years keep passing by,
It's crazy, how fast time flies,
But we're still talking,
About nothing really at all
(Ooh, yeah)
(That's the sweet spot right there)
(Hey, hey)
Girl we turned nothin' into somethin' (Woah, into somethin', can you feel it)
Beautiful
apple trees
I'm out in nature by the trees
Hanging with my little friends the fleas
Trees, trees, healthy trees
In a tree house with my homies
I've
it's climbing clear up in the sky
Oh, what a beautiful mornin'
Oh, what a beautiful day
I got a beautiful feelin'
Everything's goin' my way
All
it's climbing clear up in the sky.
Oh, what a beautiful mornin',
Oh, what a beautiful day.
I got a beautiful feelin'
Ev'erything's goin' my way.
and she's beautiful
Now I'm happy yeah that's
Beautiful so beautiful
I call your mum, mum too
Your mom calls me son too
You're my only one who's
Been my only
beautiful
In the whole wide world
Never change yourself
Always be the best you
Cause you are beautiful
No matter what you do
All I wanted was to sing my own
me, oh my
In case a certain little lady comes by
Oh, she's wonderful, she's marvelous
She's fabulous, she's beautiful
And anyone can understand why
I'm
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