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I don't wanna live in a world without melody Sometimes a rhythmic din of society is too much for me But purpose is prioritized These days the goal is
It's like a chain reaction Misunderstanding every word It's like a train to nowhere And everyone gets hurt And maybe if I paint the world.. black And
Every Christmas I come back to this town I come looking through some lost and found Wondering if you're still hanging around down here With the holiday
Chug-along, chug-along, like the old Virginia Creeper, Down among the Mountain Laurel, I'm a gonna meetcha, Baby stoke my fire, So we can make it home
The days were long and the nights so cold the pages turned and the tale unfolds He'd left me for another lady. She stood so tall and she never slept
Its a beautiful world we live in A sweet romantic place Beautiful people everywhere The way they show they care Makes me want to say Its a beautiful
Alas, my love, you did me wrong To cast me out discourteously For I have loved you so long Delighting in your very company Now if you intend to show
I turned your whole card upside down I caught you cheatin' and runnin' around There's a smile upon your face while another takes my place And now at last
I get so tired of myself Jaded by shame No wonder people turn away When I give you such a bad name But it's so nice to know... When the world is new
"from new york straight talk, america's best" (3x) "yo I'm not new to this I'm true to this" "word up!" "from new york
I"ll see you all in hell or new orleans I wanna listen to the rain be a stranger on that train ah ah ahhh And when our hearts are drunk with song we
I turn sideways to the sun Keep my thoughts from everyone Its a jungle, I'm a freak Hear me talk but never speak So I'm stepping out of time Because
Help me, somebody help me I wonder where I am I see my future before me I'll hurt you when I can It seems like I've been here before It seems like I'
New York Dream Words and Music by Tom Johnston You jump in your car pull your long hair back Got your wood grain appointments and your leather is black