I'm not the wreck of the Hesperus Feel more like the Wall of China Getting old as Methuselah Feel tall as the Eiffel Tower I'm not a power of attorney
People think that I?m high class But I?m low down all the while People think that I?m crazy When I flash that California smile But I can still Paint
Dear Susan, I know you love me so But I want to hear it in my ear You know I'd be there working at my craft Had it not been for the draft Dry up your
We'll hoist a hand, becalmed upon a troubled sea "Make haste to your funeral", cries the Valkyrie We'll hoist a hand or drown amidst this stormy sea "
Aaa aaa aaa aaa Aaa aaa aaa aaa I travelled to a distant shore I felt I had to go An inner voice had called me there But why I did not know? I saw the
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Twas noontide of summer And it was mid-time of night Star in their orbits shining Pale, so pale through the light I gazed a while And I turn away to
People say that I'm high class But I'm low down all the while People think that I'm crazy When I flash that california smile But I can still paint the
We will sail on forever On to the land of the evening star Into the endless we ride Unveil the darkness behind Abandoned glory hidden, castaway we ride
People say that I'm high class But I'm low down all the while People think That I'm crazy When I flash that California smile But I can still paint the
This is my vindication With a little decoration No need to keep you waitin' (nahnahnahnah) (Ba-ba-ba-ba-bap) Be intimidated By what we have created Kiss
Sei ganz leise, sei nicht e??gstlich, schau er hat dich doch so gerne. e??er deinem kleinen Bettchen schaukeln Sonne, Mond und Sterne. Seine Hand, die
Butler opened the parlor door I took my coat and approached the floor A door opened at the top of the stairs A sexy lady she was a-standing there I stumbled
Der Mond scheint grimmig A?ber uns Er war schon immer da HA¤userwA¤nde strahlen hell Im Nebel so klar Wie ist die Welt so stille hier So traurig
Written by Buddy Cannon ©1978 Universal-Sabal Music, Inc. (ASCAP) I guess he don?t like westbound trains Stopped down by the depot this morning But
I've checked every train, sunshine or rain I guess he don?t like westbound trains Stopped down by the depot this morning But the train had already gone
My home is where we used to meet I'd talk to You and You'd talk to me You revealed Your mysteries I'd make promises I couldn't keep And morning sleep
If you never rode west of the arizona border You can turn the other way boy, but you'll never get far You be living a lie If you wanna see the wonders