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Rose, can I come down for a drink? It's happened again I've got a story I'm sure will end poorly I'll begin at the end Rose, you must know I couldn't
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when you become a stranger again how closed your eyes will be narrowing me to three short feet across a room of drunken revelry youre having the time
Dont laugh dont cry dont do anything at all All of the feelings I once held inside They have flown away from me. Dont talk dont walk dont you run away
I find it hard to eat, and I just can,t sleep My world is upside down I'm trying to be the real me Am I true or just a clown A weaving path before me
He's not getting the rush anymore Used to take one but now he needs four Its medication for his adult add He's zoning out on the family life Never playing
The eastern world It is explodin' Violence flaring, bullets loading You're old enough to kill But not for votin' You don't believe in war Then what's
It's a trick of the eye to live or to die A riddle without a clue I spend my days in a dreamy haze Thinking of what to do When the sun comes down, night
I have a plane One of the few with roundels on its wings Lullaby for me and for you When it flies high, it sings Rock me to sleep with Que Sera Dear mum
Somethings are too painful to say out loud Well, they live behind a veil and see through a shroud Words fly through his mouth, like paper butterflies
I lie here awake. My lifeless body that's cold feeling the pain. That's a cry far away. Why is this prolonged, I've already lived, what's to fear. Now
In a land that no one comes from. In your mind when your eyes are closed. Is this a happening that's real or make-believe? Are the things you see really
When the sun's gone And they cry laughing as they die They won't look into your eyes Moonlight makes it so clear Pierces the skin without the tears The
Originally performed by Elton John It's getting late have you seen my mates Ma tell me when the boys get here It's seven o'clock and I want to rock Want
Some things are too painful to say out loud Well, they live behind a veil and see through a shroud Words fly through his mouth Like paper butterflies
It's the cheek of the ice to live or to die riddle without a clue i spend my days in a dreamy haze thinking of what to do When the sun comes down night
I have a plane, One of the few With roundels on its wings. Lullaby for me and for you, When it flys high it sings Rock me to sleep With que sara, Dear
