There's more than this rain! I'm sure you want me for another night, but I can't see the reason [Chorus] Cause I want, I wanna feel it over me The comfort
were times when I was so lonesome I took some comfort there. Then I'm laying out my winter clothes And wishing I was gone, going home Where the New York
: [Originally by Simon & Garfunkel] I am just a poor boy though my story's seldom told I have squandered my resistance For a pocketful of mumbles Such
point finga pon you Mi seh duppy frighten you, but dem frighten duppy cyaan walk a day a vampire pickeny dem have a three story house a May Pen cemetry new
I was so lonesome I took some comfort there. CHORUS Then I'm laying out my winter clothes And wishing I was gone Going home Where the New York
was so lonesome I took some comfort there Lie la lie... Then I'm laying out my winter clothes And wishing I was gone Going home Where the New
: I am just a poor boy Though my story's seldom told I have squandered my resistance For a pocketful of mumbles Such are promises All lies and jests
comfort you but I do, cuz I need it too I can't depend on you to fear the time limit If you make me feel rushed, It's set C'mon the story is beginning
stories "unlike most children. i hated to see the day come when i will be grown up. i wish to be young always" henry darger we seem to find comfort
times when I was so lonesome I took some comfort there Then I'm laying out my winter clothes and wishing I was gone Going home, where the New York City
no doubt I'm New York cities pharaoh, I'll have you starin' Down the barrel, you got 'em good, get 'em it's cool, hit 'em When I come through I'm comfortable
"Transmitting brand new Jumpsteady...." (Jumpsteady) Now I lay me down to sleep I pray the Lord my soul to keep Time swifts back upon my bed As the
"Transmitting brand new Jumpsteady...." (Jumpsteady) Now I lay me down to sleep I pray the Lord my soul to keep Time swifts back upon my bed As
I am just a poor boy though my story's seldom told I've squandered my resistance For a pocketful of mumbles Such are promises All lies and jest Still
were times when I was so lonesome I took some comfort there. Then I'm laying out my winter clothes And wishing I was gone, going home Where the new york
