Wrapped up. Spat out in your self doubt. Should I rip my heart out. Pack it up and send it to you. Things said in anger. Said for gain. Said to cut down.
All of us, connected. All of us on the same road home. And if one should fall or falter. Then we all reach down together as one. And we lift them up again.
Bang, bang, rock and roll. Bang, bang, rock and roll. Well I met a girl. And she sold me a pill. It tasted like shit. And it made me feel ill. Watch my body.
Beautiful dreams we had at night. All children have to dream at night. Eyes closed in sleep of innocence. Sandman had come to us alright. Beautiful dreamers lost in some never-never dream.
Well, I got a girl name Boney Maronie. Well, she's as skinny as a stick of macaroni. Oughta see her rock and roll with blue jeans on. She's not very fat, just skin and bone.
You're a king and a prisoner, one for each eye. Starting to believe your own lies. You hold every moment tight at the throat. But nothing's ever out of control.
It seems like a dream, yet I know it happened. A man, a maid, a kiss, and then goodbye. Romance was the theme. And we were the players. I never think of this without a sigh.
Love is funny or it's sad,. Or it's quiet or it's mad,. It's a good thing or it's bad,. But beautiful!. . Beautiful to take a chance. And if you fall, you fall,.
It's a sadness, it's a crime. Why I wasted so much time. All I've got left is sea of blue. Holding on, I can't let go. If I do, the tears will flow. All I could see is a sea of blue.
In down deep, to the gravel I'll speak. Of all the things we've done. How we men live, and how we made them bleed. And the clouds blacked out the sun.
Be my love, for no one else can end this yearning. This need that you and you alone create. Just fill my arms the way you've filled my dreams. The dreams that you inspire with ev'ry sweet desire.
My heart is sad and lonely. For you I sigh, for you dear only. Why haven't you seen it. I'm all for you body and soul. . I spend my days in longing. And wondering why it's me you're wronging.
I remember back a long time ago,. In the days of my childhood.. In the evening when the sun was sinking low,. Walking in the wildwood.. Skippin' and flippin' through the flowers,.
I'd like to hold my head up and be proud of who I am,. But they won't let my secret go untold.. I paid the debt I owed them, but they're still not satisfied,.
I was born in Chicago at nineteen and forty-one. I was born in Chicago at nineteen and forty-one. Well, my father told me. "Son, you had better get a gun".
Blues with a feeling. That;s what I have today. Blues with a feeling. That's what I have today. I've got to find my baby. If it takes all night and day.
I was born in Chicago at nineteen and forty-one. I was born in Chicago at nineteen and forty-one. Well, my father told me. "Son, you had better get a gun".
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