I spent my time trying to find A way to lose Your shadow I shut You out, I let You down How could I be so shallow? I never thought of the consequences
Hear that lonesome whippoorwill He sounds too blue to fly The midnight train is whining low I'm so lonesome I could cry I've never seen a night so long
I'll be home, I'll be home When your nights are troubled And you're all alone When you're feeling down And need some sympathy Nobody's around To keep
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Out of the tree of life I just picked me a plum You came along And everything's starting to hum Still it's a real good bet The best is yet to come Yes
I've grown accustomed to his face He almost makes the day begin I've grown accustomed to the tune He whistles night and noon His smiles, his frowns,
Time after time I tell myself that I'm So lucky to be loving you So lucky to be The one you run to see In the evening When the day is through I only
In the evening when the cattle's [Incomprehensible] An old familiar feeling settles over me And it's your face I see and I believe that you are there
I know he's around When the sky and the ground started ringing I know that he's near By the thunder I hear in advance His words, his words alone are
I'm as restless as a willow in a windstorm I'm as jumpy as puppet on a string I'd say that I had spring fever But I know it isn't spring I am starry
Blue skies, smilin' at me Nothin' but blues skies do I see Bluebirds singing a song Nothin' but bluebirds all day long Never saw the sun shinin' so bright
[Wagner, Schmidt/Wagner] In search for personality We people always think the clothing makes a man In fact there's such ha difference in all What we
The changing of sunlight to moonlight Reflections of my life, oh how they fill my eyes The greetings of people in trouble Reflections of my life, oh how
In the sun we are found To be reflections of a sound I know it?s been far too long In stormy weather My arrested hope won?t choke forever Like a memory
And I've been dragging the lake for dead kids While you were sleeping Crossing the calendar Rotting away, into the ground Where you belong Where you
And I've been dragging the lake for dead kids, While you were sleeping, Crossing away the calendar, Rotting away, into the ground, Where you belong,
{The Bloodhound Gang record's called 'One Fierce Beer Coaster' And on the front of the record there's a picture of a beer coaster So the record looks
Rotting fetus - Blackened uterus - Look close and see, This world's impurity, our fault Pollutions here, sky blackened no longer clear, Atmosphere becoming
