{This is a song love song for no one One, two One, two, three, four} Stayin' home alone on a Friday Flat on the floor lookin' back On old love Or lack
Lately I've been feeling like a falling bomb The ground is getting closer And the sky is falling down This song has been brought to you This song has
the dead songs play (Reject the death) When all the color fades away The world is black and white There's a dead song on the audio tape The strongest
So I decide to close my eyes, and age, for while Take a hint, relax, the time, It's only thursday, to hell with this day Keep me hangin on, I can't
i've been feeling like a falling bomb The ground is getting closer And the sky is falling down This song has been brought to you by This song has been
the dead songs play (Reject the death) When all the color fades away, The world is black and white There's a dead song on the audio tape The strongest
Lovers intwine in the heat of the night And by dawn are apart in the shivering silences We will pretend That its all just made up The songs that he
lately I've been feeling like a falling bomb. the ground is getting closer and the sky is falling down. this song has been brough to you this song has
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: Weekend day, To Hell goes the phone. I must have heard that story a million times before. No more wake up calls, At least not for a week or two. The
m looking for I'll know it When I see you Until then, I'll hide in my bedroom Staying up all night just to write A love song for no one I'm tired of
(Music by Greg Brown / poem of William Blake) 'Twas on a holy Thursday, their innocent faces clean, The children walking two and two, in red, and blue
'm looking for I'll know it When I see you Until then, I'll hide in my bedroom Staying up all night just to write A love song for no one I'm tired of
so we started driving We had no choice to leave this The bowl was left behind us For Hooverville's before us Three hundred thousand Bodies who can't rest Sweet Thursday
when the dead songs play (Reject the death) When all the color fades away, The world is black and white There's a dead song on the audio tape The strongest
