you And you'll get more use from yours too So get back, get back, get back, get back Look what I've done to you Get back, get back, get back, get back
Get back (get back) Get back (get back) Get back (get back) Get back (get back) look what ive done to you Get back (get back) Get back (get back) Get back
: get along with the time in your bag don?t sit back, don?t sit back get along too many people on the way to forget where it?s at get along too many
happened to her oh what happens for me so back to my sleep im tossing and turning my appearance is cheap my daytime is small eyes and yawing i look at the bright
to get with us Must be gone off stress weed, in the west we trust To the chest I bust Then we ride to the sun come, shining back to brighten up the
see the twinkle in your eyes] And I can see that you never wanna struggle no more [Once in awhile I couldn't look at you] Once in awhile [and see the twinkle in your eyes
a friend) Someone I can talk to Someone who'll really listen When you touched my hand The sun got brighter then Trusting you I close my eyes And felt
my father's death then I'll step back Ain't talkin', just walkin' Hand me down my walkin' cane. Heart burnin', still yearnin' Got to get you out of my
Then come back and see you. All I ever do is struggle and strive. If I don't do anybody any harm, I might make it back home alive. I'm the oldest son
push back the clock for me Well my heart's in the Highlands wherever I roam That's where I'll be when I get called home The wind, it whispers to the
a platform talking to the folks About the T.V. god and all the pain that it invokes. "It's too bright a light", he said, "For anybody's eyes, If you've
lane to the house at the top of the world where you lived. Your mother in her sensible shoes and you father in his tea-cosy woolly hat, bright eyes
stepdad when he died So finally got a release bid and I slide back to the county Back to the 5-5 ride fore I touch back home Don't worry bout a damn thang
South Street And all those mornings watching you Get ready for school You combed your hair inside that mirror The one you painted blue and glued with jewelry tears Something about those bright
