the tree K-I-S-S-I-N-G D's came locked my ass up like a savage Then came Doobie in the baby carriage Imagine how it felt summer day pretty blue skies
the music that comes From a far better land Close the eyes of our captain Peace may he know His long night is done The great leader is laid low He was
me and nothing behind There's a woman on my lap and she's drinking champagne Got white skin, got assassin's eyes I'm looking up into the sapphire tinted skies
clock lies Get to school on time But you're a bag of warm fluid You're the coarse in the class You walk so near to your locker You lay so low in the
the wall, just for you, just for you, And I would hold you in my arms for the rest of my days. When you're sad and feeling low, you're on your own with
: (K.Armstrong/D.Bowie) Wish I were a sailor Crossing an azure sea Under leaden skies Under your eyes But I can't see too far With these animal eyes
Bowie) Well, how come you only want tomorrow With its promise of something hard to do A real life adventure worth more than pieces of gold Blue skies
: Walking under skies Waiting for the fall Meet me at the cornershop I'll show you it all Free you of your mind Something you wont find In the west-end
pray to the lord on high to rescue me No one should feel so low down And give into sweet temptation Gotta lift your head up high Gotta face the darker skies
see straight Watchin' parallel lines unwind and undulate Behind the rain-streaked windowpane, the scene's bleak Another train leavin' home, conceding defeat with a low
to the skies and see I'm just a poor boy (Poor boy) I need no sympathy Because I'm easy come, easy go Little high, little low Any way the wind blows Doesn
: I don't know if I took a wrong turn Cause the birds don't fly low like they used to The water's rising but I'm bone dry And I don't come for you like
try ? Way down I pray but the skies turn to grey How long lived I waiting ? How long can I vie ? I run high and low I?m Fallen To Pieces My heart cried
On the perfect night bitches get they panties pulled off and love it The fuckin' moon is so low you can almost touch it Bats rule the dark skies snatchin
Oh, oh, oh Been around the whole world still ain't seen nothing like my neighborhood and off all of the fancy satin and silk my white cotton feels so good. Search high and low
London Skies, You know the sunlight always shines, Behind the clouds of London Skies. Patient moments you chill to the bone under infinite greys, Vision hindered mist settling low
don't know me no mo') (But everywhere that I go, I got people I know) (Who got people they know, so I suggest you lay low) [Verse Two: Dr. Dre] I'm
coast They say trees is trees, nah, that says low Let me deafly originate so you'll appreciate The state of mind When I'm flyin' high through the friendly skies
