Lyrics:
who died just doin' what they do?
Did you look up to heaven for some kind of answer
And look at yourself and what really matters?
I'm just a singer
I'm feeling Big D bad
I'm Sweetwater beat
And I'm Texas City sad
The rhythm keeps me living
But have you heard the news
There's a sad song singer
As a singer grows older
His conception grows a little deeper
Because he lives life and
He understands what he's trying to say a little more
listen close I can hear them singers, oh
Voices in your body coming through on the radio
The union of the snake is on the climb
Moving up it's gonna
two lovers get a chance
At a beautiful romance
And you wish it could be you.
'Cause everybody's needing
What the singers all are singing
In
just doin' what they do?
Did you look up to heaven for some kind of answer
And look at yourself and what really matters?
I'm just a singer of simple
He's the last of the protest singers,
Selling truth and commitment,
He don't get much work these days,
He's billed as a novelty act,
And he stands
of tension
'Cause the old one just bores me to death
'Cause what the world needs now
Is another folk singer
Like I need a hole in my head
I don't know
listen close I can hear them singers, oh
Voices in your body coming through on the radio
The union of the snake is on the climb
Moving up it's gonna
A smile from you is all I need
We'll give them cause to breathe the air
There'll be lovers ev'rywhere
I'll be your singer and your song
for all
on as a local stage hand
The one in charge of the microphone stands
And the lead singer told me to get one
In his dressing room
We might even have a beer
lost my mother)
Your mother? (my mother) I'm sorry (No son, that's fine)
(See life is full of ups and downs but God said)
*singer* the storm won't last
Aya ya ya ya! Bam Bam Bam Bam eeeh!
Music maker make me some music
Reggae singer sing me a song
Well I am just recovering
From that psychedelic
through
All my plans depend on you
Depend on you to help them grow
I love you and that's all I know
When the singer's gone
Let the song go on
But
through
All my plans depend on you
Depend on you to help them grow
I love you and that's all I know
When the singer's gone
Let the song go on
But
Got to watch your tone
Tone
Want to see VV's in each and every stone
When you speak to me like a singer you got to watch your tone
You need something
a light show
Helene Smith
Look
Helene Smith, got serene lips hey soul sister
Helene Smith, your more than an soul singer
Helene Smith, your much more than
feeling inside, ´cause baby we´re singers out of tune.
Got a plan and a mission, ´bout to go in fruition.
Got new jeans, pockets full of big dreams.
We´re
Grim Reaper, Singer
Ja, in meinem Team Gewinner
Jeepers Creepers
Chelsea Boots und keine Sneakers, 8nfra
Komm' auf die Party und ich
Blowe deine Speaker,
to but nowadays its unlike me
Gotta be a Father as soon as the night leaves
Still tight they watch my back tightly
I don't like rap singers
Because one
all of God's singers get home.
Refrain:
When all of God's singers get home,
where never a sorrow will come
there'll be no place like heaven my home
MY BcBY GcVE ME THE BLUES
I wanted to be a soul singer until my baby gave me the blues
I wanted to be a soul singer until my baby gave me the blues
it, want the smell to linger
Your man 'bout to find out how I'm secretly a singer
[VERSE1]
He pulled up in the ghost
White like Casper, I don't wanna
the singer in the band
Many times I thought I'd found the one
Enough to make me stay not turn and run
Time went by and so did I
Thinkin' what I'd done
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