You were my sunshine, my only sunshine. You made me happy when skies were blue. You'll never know, dear, how much I loved you. How could you take my sunshine
I used to rule the world Seas would rise when I gave the word Now in the morning I sweep alone Sweep the streets I used to own I used to roll the dice
The painter stood before her work She looked around everywhere She saw the pictures and she painted them She picked the colors from the air Green to
We see him dancing in the morning Stars depart the yawning sky He'll take the hour that is passing And leave it in his lover's eye And if you want he
been Heard stories of Velveteen Twenty hours later I fill the room With bad sex and bad tea Go, go, go Go, go, go When I was a painter, I painted you
If I were a painter I would paint my reverie If that's the only way for you to be with me We'd be there together Just like we used to be Underneath the
you got free in Boots There are lotions, there are potions You can take to hide your shame from all those prying eyes Lazy Jane, all the time, painting
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It's raining, what has become of my painting All the colors are running So all the colors run, so all the colors run See what they've become a wonderful
you and me) The painter Outro: Painter Painter won't you paint a picture Coz you look so good It should be a crime for lovin' you Painter Painter paint
(Young, Young, Scott) You can roll me round your finger You can roll me if I'm blind You can roll me roll me roll me I'm the easy rollin' kind But don
Sister woke me up as he fell out of the sky There's a golden place Where the angels crash and die You can jab and poke But what did you ever give? I
It isn't great tryin' to breathe From the bottom of the fate lake I feel the vibes as feet of Christ go by Large and small and fast they fall Under meltin
A winter's day in a deep and dark December I am alone gazing from my window To the streets below On a freshly fallen silent shroud of snow I am a rock
It?s cold here in the city, it always seems that way I?ve been thinking about you almost everyday Thinking about the good times, thinking about the rain
i feel the rain fall down my back i'm going back to my place of work to get things done to get them right but i'll mess them up and i always do buried
(Young - Young - Scott) It's criminal, there ought to be a law Criminal, there ought to be a whole lot more You get nothin' for nothin', baby who can
Long distance runaround Long time waiting to feel the sound I still remember the dream there I still remember the time you said goodbye Did we really
