days and days are all I know These days don't get to short My eyes have seen too long, maybe I say "Hang on me, hang on you, hang on me, hang on you"
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of daddy's voice Because he can't help it When he was a teenage boy Something got stuck in his throat Don't make fun of daddy's voice Because he can
Such a fuss about such a story Standing in the punch line Scratch the back of some strange emotions But I can feel your devotion Gas daddy gas Customize
enough To take the things I have Que pasa, que que pasa Que pasa, people, que pasa, hit me All you people think you got pull But I take my voice of
only he could do Charlie Christian started a new thing And, oh my, how Billie Holiday could sing Alan Freed rock and rolled Joe Turner's voice was very
Papa, can you hear me? Papa, can you see me? Papa, can you find me in the night? Papa, are you near me? Papa, can you hear me? Papa, can you help me
like papa's roses Like papa's roses soft and pale Like petals thrown in the dirt Only silence is spoken here All that grows here is hurt And papa's roses Voices
illuminates my soul. Papa, can you hear me? Papa, can you see me? Papa, can you find me in the night? Papa, are you near me? Papa, can you hear me?
me And they ask me, they ask me Now they ask me, How you know so much at 17 What you mean? You never seen a disfuctional teen Mama cared for me, papa
and another We go form some kind of code The bodies float and form some kind of code The bodies float, someone's out to know, oh Papa hobo, don't hide
check my rap sheet I'm one of a kind, turn one into nine Blow your head of your shoulders, dog, it's nothin but time And I never raise my voice. You a
no soto Hikaru no wa Biru no akari Itsuka mita Yozora no hoshi ni Niteru Sukoshi niteru Omoichigai shite Nakereba Kodomo no koro Hitorikiri Papa to mama
out of hand And now I think it's time we all take up a stand And then together we will raise our voices high Our voices high, our voices high Hey, though
strand But now we see those wandering curls Hang careless round their brow They say to us, my papa's dead And I've no mother now They say to us, my papa
in rage, venting all the hurt inside Who am I to tell you what you failed to realize The voice that you hold within you The voice that you are, the voice
Papa was a simple man papa loved his farming land Guess I didn't understand please forgive me papa You can't paint a picture of a man like papa with something
to put me on the front of it again only think that makes him grin, is to see me frown papa can't stand me, papa needs to take his medication and sit
