lie if it makes you feel better Please know I'll be here when you return Please know I'll be here when you return But upon returning Nothing makes sense
my very first mover I remember riding bikes on Coaster Island Planning midnight raids on the Swedish plum trees That summer, it was too cold to swim, so We climbed upon
mover I am I remember riding bikes on Costa Island Plotting midnight raids on the sweetest plum trees That summer It was too cold to swim So we climbed upon
Everything is good and brown I'm here again with a sunshine smile upon my face My friends are close at hand And all my inhibitions have disappeared without
and disco Won't you save me San Francisco? Every day so caffeinated, I wish they were Golden Gated Fillmore couldn't feel more miles away So wrap me up return
I can understand The rain that falls Waves that crash upon the shore And I know that everyone Must have freedom today And baby in my dreams I see I see
tables are turning I'm waiting and watching I need to be there I care to see them walk away And to be there when they say They will return Machine,
round Travel we say, wander we choose love tune Lay upon me, hold me arund lasting hours We love when we play We hear a sound and alter our returning
darkness Birned and blinded by the day- it weighs heavy on my heart But i take strength from its harshness For my spirit shall ascend as the darkness falls upon
And accord you the privilege to return to yours Brother we have listened to your talk Coming from our father the great White Chief at Washington And my people have called upon
me, an overfed, long-haired, leaping gnome Should be the star of a Hollywood movie, but there I was I was taken to a place, the hall of the mountain kings I stood high upon
place I'm going to Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me In the jingle jangle morning, I'll come followin' you Though I know that evening's empire has returned
I returned while they were eating supper at the table seated side by side upon a special stool. So I said when they were finished with their whole wheat
the road ahead. As they approached the fallen body, blood appeared and then they saw a leg that had been torn away somehow. So they kneeled upon the
pot down slow But assuring this, spoon-feeding these Starvin ass heads catchin shakes, feenishly I ball in this, word assortin this, probably recording this Of course kids keepin they sights upon
Where, where did you go when everything went wrong, baby? Who did you run to To find a shoulder to lay your head upon? Baby, wasn't I there? And didn'
