: Just before our love got lost you said, "I am as constant as a northern star." And I said, "Constantly in the darkness, where's that at? If you want
: He... ya, ya, I know. He... ya, la, la, la, la, la, he, yea... Ain't no sunshine when he's gone. It's not warm when he's away. Ain't no sunshine when
: Alamo, heard all about your fandango. Banged on my knees on your back door. Only to wake you to blues on the way... Blues on the way... Blues on the
: Please trip them gently, they don't like to fall, oh by jingo. There's no room for anger, we're all very small, oh by jingo. We're painting our faces
: Runnin' down Abbey Road, don't stop the ocean. I need to feel a tidal wave. So close, so close, to a family way, to a family way. Don't stop bringing
: In the streets, the children screamed, Lovers cried and the poets dreamed, Not a word was spoken. The church bells all were broken. And the three men
: Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound, that saved a wretch like me. I once was lost, but now, I sure is found. Was blind, but now I see. T'was Grace
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: Company always on the run. Destiny to-na the rising sun, oh, eh. I was born six-gun in my hand. Behind a gun i'll make my final stand. It's why they
: Angie, Angie, when will those clouds all disappear? Angie, Angie, where will it lead us from here? With no lovin' in our soul and no money in our coats
: Beulah land, got a wasted gun, licorice man, I'll sum you up thumbs up, got something in that sand. Beulah girl, you been hitchin' me up. Got some
: It's so nice to live here, I'm glad this is my home. I've got a homestead on Baltimore Street, it's someplace to call my own... It's all kinds of people
: Ride on, ride on, friends of the black swan. Ride on, ride on, do you know where she's gone? Gumdrops and Saturdays, did Eric call, by the way? He...
: Tori Amos, (Tori Amos) (Vocal intro...) Oh, yeah... 'cause blue skies over head. Blue skies in my head. All the time clocks are marching; soldiers
: Goodbye Norma Jean, though I never knew you at all, You had the grace to hold yourself, while those around you crawled. They crawled out of the woodwork
: I'm home again in my old narrow bed, Where I grew tall and my feet hung over the end, The low beam room with the window looking out, On the soft summer
: Maybe I didn't like to hear, But I still can't believe Speed Racer is dead. So then I thought I'd make some plans, But Fire thought she'd really rather
: I'll sing to the sun in the sky. I'll sing to the sun rises high. Carnival time is here- magical time of year. And as the time draws near, dreams fill
