Bad Brains Lyrics
Bad Brains Lyrics
"Sailin' On Lyrics"
Travelin' Blues Lyrics
I had a dream last night I thought my good gal had gone Well I woke up this morning she really had done me wrong I know it's not fair but my good ga
I had a dream last night I thought my good gal had gone Well I woke up this morning she really had done me wrong I know it's not fair but my good ga
You don't want me anymore
So I walk through the door
I play the game right from the start
I trust you, you use me, now my life's all torn apart
So I'm sailing, yeah I'm sailing on
I'm moving, yeah I'm moving on
Sail on, sail on, sail on, sail on
Tried to see if I'll give up <
N.Y. Lyrics
They're throwing rocks and paving stones So lets go while we can Put your finger on the map Who cares where it lands Cause we're all better
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But there wasn't any luck They're throwing rocks and paving stones So lets go while we can Put your finger on the map Who cares where it lands Cause we're all better
It's a fact, a fact of life
That's the game, game of strife everything is all in stride
So I'm sailing, yeah I'm sailing on
I'm moving, yeah I'm moving on
Sail on, sail on, sail on, sail on
So I'm sailing, yeah I'm sailing on
I'm moving, yeah I'm movi
As time goes by Lyrics
you must remember this, a kiss is just a kiss, a sigh is just a sigh, the fundamental things apply, as time goes by and when two lovers woo,
g on you must remember this, a kiss is just a kiss, a sigh is just a sigh, the fundamental things apply, as time goes by and when two lovers woo,
Sail on, sail on, sail on, sail on
Yeah, La-la-la, La-la-la
Too many years with too many tears
And too many days with none to say
So how will we know when there's nowhere to grow
The fact of life, life too short oh
There's too many years with too many tears
There's too
Some Postman Lyrics
it's 6 A-M and the sun is getting high he picks up the mail from the slot he feels the rush of excitement as he holds it in his hand a
many days with none to say no, no it's 6 A-M and the sun is getting high he picks up the mail from the slot he feels the rush of excitement as he holds it in his hand a
So how will we know when there's nowhere to grow
The fact of life, the fact of life yeah
Too many years with too many tears
And too many days with none to say
So how will we know when there's nowhere to grow
The fact of life, life too short oh