: You're taking chances. And your reputation's going down. Going out in the night-time. You think you make no sound. But you don't fool me. 'Cos
: Once in Royal David's City stood a lonely cattle shed, where a mother held her baby. You'd do well to remember the things He later said. When you
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: My first and last time with you and we had some fun. wenT walking through the trees, yeah! And then I kissed you once. Oh I want to see you soon
: Gonna lose my way tomorrow, gonna give away my car. I'd take you along with me, but you would not go so far. Don't see what I do not want to see
: You'll hear me calling in your sweet dream, can't hear your daddy's warning cry. You're going back to be all the things you want to be, while in
: Well the dawn was coming, heard him ringing on my bell. He said, ``My name's the teacher, that is what I call myself. And I have a lesson that
: Flying so high, trying to remember how many cigarettes did I bring along? When I get down I'll jump in a taxi cab driving through London town to
: Nothing is easy. Though time gets you worrying my friend, it's o.k. Just take your life easy and stop all that hurrying, be happy my way. When
t stop going no way to slow down. He sees his children jumping off at the stations - one by one. His woman and his best friend in bed and having
: When you're falling awake and you take stock of the new day, and you hear your voice croak as you choke on what you need to say, well, don't you
: Who would be a poor man, a beggarman, a thief if he had a rich man in his hand. And who would steal the candy from a laughing baby's mouth if he
: Meanwhile back in the year One, when you belonged to no-one, you didn't stand a chance son, if your pants were undone. 'Cause you were bred for
: Walking through forests of palm tree apartments scoff at the monkeys who live in their dark tents down by the waterhole drunk every Friday eating
: The minstrel in the gallery looked down upon the smiling faces. He met the gazes observed the spaces between the old men's cackle. He brewed a
: Sitting on a park bench eyeing little girls with bad intent. Snot running down his nose greasy fingers smearing shabby clothes. Drying in the cold
: Colours I've none dark or light, red, white or blue. Cold is my touch (freezing). Summoned by name - I am the overseer over you. Given this command
: Have you seen Jack-In-The-Green? With his long tail hanging down. He sits quietly under every tree in the folds of his velvet gown. He drinks from