Lyrics:
as the stars turn above
All we ever asked for was love
And I think that we’ve all been used
Ending up with the Zimmerman blues
Ending up with the Zimmerman
All alone, or in two's
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down outside the wall
Some hand in hand
And some gathered together in bands
All alone, or in two's
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down outside the wall
Some hand in hand
And some gathered together in bands
colors show the glory
Of the Master Artist's plan
Built by god for those who love Him
Those who trust the great "I am"
Those who trust the great "I am"
You can't love an artist
Without becoming a muse
Without reliving your heartache
In the other person's shoes
You can't love an artist
Cause they only
over a muslin tree,
But it wouldn't be make believe,
if you believed in me.
Without your love,
it's a honky-tonk parade,
Without your love
Bailey had accidentally fell
In the water being used to scrub the floors
Now Mrs. Bailey was the meanest matron at the home
She believed in lots of work
is me
You gotta know once you dive in, into the shallows of me
We are the artists
Fear love is danger, keep loving strangers
Hoping to take another
Don't you understand what that means?
It means quit lusting after your neighbor
That's a heck of a life
You get to love your children in front
On a penny arcade
It's a Barnum and Bailey world
Just as phony as it can be
But it wouldn't be make believe
If you believe in me
Without your love
Oh, oh my darling
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah
The artist pays the price
So you won't have to pay
If only we would listen
To what they have to say
Dearest Esmeralda, in another age
Antiques would be modern, we would be the rage
Silk would be in fashion, we would dress in lace
Love would be
Oh, oh my darling
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah
The artist pays the price
So you won't have to pay
If only we would listen
To what they have to say
in me
Without your love
It's a honky-tonk parade
Without your love
It's a melody played in a penny arcade
It's a Barnum and Bailey world
Without your love
It's a honky-tonk parade
Without your love
It's a melody played in a penny arcade
It's a Barnum and Bailey world
Just as phony
Morning fields of amber gray
Weathered faces lined in pain
Are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand
Now I understand
What you tried to say to me
(Instrumental)
Love you forever, Bradley Bailey
You can call me artist (artist)
You can call me idol (idol)
아님 어떤 다른 (다른)
뭐라 해도 I don't care (I don't care)
I'm proud of it (proud of it)
난
There are no lyrics to this track. It is intentionally blank, with each of the 71 seconds representing one of the years that the artist's father,
Your next favourite artist (Artist , Artist , Artist)
You're my favourite artist (Artist)
-artist: nat king cole
-peak billboard position # 6 in 1954
-english words by carl sigman and music by gerhard winkler
Answer me, oh, my love
Just
here, right now
Right here, right now
Waking up to find your love's not real
Waking up to find your love's not real
Waking up to find your love's
the dark
Blood spill stain on the street, that's how niggas be leaving they mark
Fucking with diplomats who love Bailey's
Monopolize and quickly get other
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