Lyrics:
You expected my war diaries
But time ran out and I, I let you down
A small thanks note written in French
Is no shorthand for, "This thing gave me
From patience and from pain
The one who never ends will gain.
The lovely notes from score to score
Become the sound of the general score?
to double my notes, I don't want to vote
I want everyone to read what I wrote
But most likely life ain't a bowl of cherries, though
Same old scenario
I thought you said that you'd phone me this weekend,
Cause at the weekend the phone calls are cheaper.
You left a note but I did not read it,
I threw
I always let you down
I can only disappoint you cause I always let you down
You turned a man cuckoo, half animal, half grace
The chick was
l'oreille de ta musique
Je suis le soleil de tes tropiques
Je suis le tabac de ta pipe
T'es le plaisir je suis la foudre
Tu es la gamme et moi la note
Tu
Freely, confined, constricted
Combine conflict with ultimate grace
Individual space was my downfall in a way
Don't leave
I must uplift the one who never
Denizens of sylvan places
Hidden from the eyes of man,
Courtesans with sylph-like graces
Dancing to the pipes of Pan -
That echoed through
monologues with words that rhyme
We
can't reclaim the shirts we threw away last twirl
Uncurl the note-in-pocket, personal brochures that dust
And a note that said 'Somebody Loves You'
But out on the street it starts to pour
And before I get soaking wet,
A total stranger runs to give me
grace and finess had my love incurable
Little red beady marks trickle down her closed eyes
Whenever there's static she'll make it all right
She was there,
before
I should know I'm not too sure
If that's just the way it goes
Permission to come aboard your boat
I've got a rusty nine bob note
If I ever
of conflict
Soaring on stolen wings
Born from another's grace
Plent of advice half our lives
Youth denied ironic praise
Tainted objective, lust in the end
The trumpet child will blow his horn
Will blast the sky till it?s reborn
With Gabriel?s power and Satchmo?s grace
He will surprise the human race
l'oreille de ta musique
Je suis le soleil de tes tropiques
Je suis le tabac de ta pipe
T'es le plaisir je suis la foudre
Tu es la gamme et moi la note
Tu
miss when hunched and scribbling notes
Here no journalism is ever in vogue
Despite the attempts of doctors and saints
None have recorded its heavenly
notes on paper send them far far away
Then you might feel like me
Yeah you might feel like dancing somewhere in the clouds
You might feel like you'll
Uh uh, check it out, uh, Junior Mafia uh
I like this, yeah, uh, yeah, 94
To all the ladies in the place with style and grace
Allow me to lace these
a song in my heart
I behold your adorable face
Just a song at the start
But it soon is a hymn to your grace
When the music swells
I'm touching your hand
It
all my fears and doubts,
as I beg for one good line.
The notes I sing in hopes for grace,
won't make up for what I've done.
With each refrain, my
is my time
To come up
I'm handed my guitar
Everyone's trying to look through me as if I will get them far
And I sing Amazing Grace
How sweet the sound
to run away and be free
It's been about 18 miles since I last turned around
It'll be any minute now that she will have found
My note
And my one and only
Dis y qu’il mette ça sur la note à l’Artificier
Amène ton fessier, pose ta coupe, lève tes mains, bouge tes reins
J’fête mes dix ans de 400 coups sur
up on the stage I'm singing the notes.
Are you ready to get lost tonight,
And lose all control?
When in doubt, when in doubt,
He will save you.
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