charlie never let it get too hard just try sticking with the girl you got other women they would seem secure they're just as fragile as her i heard ...
If to borrow is to take and not return I have borrowed all my lonesome life And I can't, no I can't get through The borrower's debt is the only regret
Why in the night sky are the lights on? Why is the earth moving round the sun? Floating in the vacuum with no purpose, not a one Why in the night sky
Lie down with me my dear Lie down Under stormy night, tell nobody My brother, where do you intend to go tonight? I heard that you missed your connecting
I woke up one morning All my fingers rotten I woke up a dying man without a chance I came to your window Threw a stone and waited At the door a stranger
In that dream I'm as old as the mountains Still is starlight reflected in fountains Children grown on the edge of the ocean Kept like jewelry kept with
I was raised up believing I was somehow unique Like a snowflake distinct among snowflakes Unique in each way you can see And now after some thinking
Meadowlark, fly your way down, I hold a cornucopia and a golden crown for you to wear upon your fleece'd gown. Ah meadowlark, sing to me. Hummingbird
So guess I got old I was like trash on the sidewalk I guess I knew why Often it's hard to just sweet talk I was old news to you then Old news, old news
Lay me down, lay me down Lay me down, lay me down Don't give in, don't give in Don't give in, don't give in Don't give in, don't give in Don't give
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Whoa-oh-oh Come down from the mountain, you have been gone too long The spring is upon us, follow my only song Settle down with me by the fire of my
After all is said and done I feel the same All that I hoped would change within me stayed Like a huddled moon-lit exile on the shore Warming his hands
He was so kind, such a gentleman tied to the oceanside Lighting a match on the suitcase's latch in the fading of night Ruffle the fur of the collie '
I went down among the dust and pollen to the old stone fountain in the morning after dawn underneath were all these pennies fallen from the hands of
Penniless and tired, with your hair grown long I was looking at you there and your face looked wrong Memory is a fickle siren song I didn't understand
I was following the pack all swallowed in their coats with scarves of red tied ?round their throats to keep their little heads from fallin? in the snow
