And here's to you, Mrs. Robinson. Jesus loves you more than you will know. (Wo, wo, wo). God bless you please, Mrs. Robinson. Heaven holds a place for those who pray.
We'd like to know a little bit about your for our files. We'd like to help you learn to help yourself. Look around you, all you see are sympathetic eyes.
When you're weary, feelin' small. When tears are in your eyes, I will dry them all.. I'm on your side, oh, when times get rough. And friends just can't be found..
When you're weary, feeling small. When tears are in your eyes, I will dry them all. I'm on your side when times get rough. And friends just can't be found.
Hello darkness, my old friend. I've come to talk with you again. Because a vision softly creeping. Left its seeds while I was sleeping. And the vision that was planted in my brain.
Some folks like to stay at home. Some folks like to be alone. So when they finally come out of their nest. I've got to turn it on. I've got to be my best.
I love lilacs and avocados. Ukuleles and fireworks. And Woody Allen and walking in the snow. But you've got to know. . You're the love of my life. You are the love of my life.
(Don't trouble the water). I won't (give it up). (Why don't you, why don't you, let it be?). Um hum hum. (Still water run deep... yes it do). I know that.
I am just a poor boy though my story's seldom told. I've squandered my resistance. For a pocketful of mumbles. Such are promises. All lies and jest. Still the man hears what he wants to hear.
سلام عليكم. قاعد بالبوكسر انا في البيت. بقالي يومين. قررت انا حبسط نفسي. . حروح علي فين. اخدت البداك. ركبت العربيه. وحروح علي ماك. مش حطلب بيج ماك. . حطلب فيلو فيش.
A man walks down the street. He says, Why am I soft in the middle now?. Why am I soft in the middle?. When the rest of my life is so hard!. I need a photo-opportunity.
A man walks down the street. He says, Why am I soft in the middle now?. Why am I soft in the middle?. When the rest of my life is so hard!. I need a photo-opportunity.
Joseph's face was black as night. The pale yellow moon shone in his eyes. His path was marked. By the stars in the Southern Hemisphere. And he walked his days.
Joseph's face was black as night. The pale yellow moon shone in his eyes. His path was marked. By the stars in the Southern Hemisphere. And he walked his days.
They say that the left side of the brain. controls the right. they say that right side. has to work hard all night. maybe i think too much for my own good.
They say that the left side of the brain. Controls the right. They say that the right side. Has to work hard all night. Maybe I think too much for my own good.
Hello darkness, my old friend. I've come to talk with you again. Because a vision softly creeping. Left its seeds while I was sleeping. And the vision that was planted in my brain.
On the side of a hill in a land called 'Somewhere'. A little boy lies asleep in the earth. While down in the valley a cruel war rages. And people forget what a child's life is worth.
Tom, get your plane right on time.. I know your part'll go fine.. Fly down to Mexico.. Da-n-da-da-n-da-n-da-da and here I am,. The only living boy in New York..
I'm accustomed to a smooth ride. Or maybe I'm a dog who's lost it's bite. I don't expect to be treated like a fool no more. I don't expect to sleep through the night.