me, Will sing out a heavenly tune. A rythm divine if you're so enclined, The perfect melody. We'll go down to the water, And sail on a looking glass
you need him Smiles understandingly McCartney and Lennon just paid all the bills And made Great Britain free And the pink wine sparkles in the glass
I heard about the little rift you had last night I could have told you that that boy was never Mr. Right If it were me I'd have given it to you without
You're wearing rose colored glasses everywhere you go Cause you only want to see the brighter sight You're wearing rose colored glasses cause someone hurt you so And rose colored glasses
the door. But you always came crawling back begging me for more. I showed you kindness a stool and a tab. Then you poured me my pain in a dirty glass
't you wanna rest that ass in this glass house. Don't, don't you wanna rest that ass in this glass house. Don't you wanna rest that ass in this glass
on broken glass Standing on broken glass Standing on broken glass Standing on broken Sleep my angel, life has slowly slipped away Standing on broken glass
There stands the glass fill it up to the brim Till my troubles grow dim it's my first one today There stands the glass that will ease all my pain That
There stands the glass Fill it up to the brim Till my troubles grow dim It's my first one today There stands the glass That will ease all my tears That
iron shore, yeah Lady Madonna trying to make ends meet, yeah Looking through a glass onion Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah Looking through a glass onion
'll never take my little magic glasses out again I will put them in a box and seal it with a lock And I'll never take my little magic glasses out again
The people at the label say they want something to repeat But all my people really want something for the streets So keep hookin', hey y'all what's goin
to me A stained glass cross, looking down on me Hey, old man When I'm going six feet down You gotta make that promise to me A stained glass cross, hanging
Here I am again In this smoky place With my brandy eyes I'm talking to myself You were the one You were the one Here I go again Looking for your face
She stood on the tracks Waving her arms Leading me to that third rail, SHOCK Quick as a wink She changed her mind She gave me a night That?s all it was
Blackout, heatwave, .44 caliber homicide The buns drop dead and dogs go mad In packs on the West Side Young girl standing on a ledge looks like another
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The cold hands The sad eyes The dark Irish silence It's so late But I'll wait Through the long night with you With you The warm tears The bad dreams