there i know that i will be alone cus' i been spoted blooted many many times before ease and pleased the least for my shive i will be flying above the
up our eyes Gotta read between the lines Gotta listen to the sound This is the life It's harder than it looks You never get enough The time keeps flying
up our eyes Gotta read between the lines Gotta listen to the sound Cuz this is life It's harder than it looks You never get enough The time Keeps flying
ya hood all night We got them birds flying out and we allowed them pipes We do this state to state thing and cheat the price And Rufus came home and
taters Rib-eyes on the grill Toothpicks and luckies And a coffee refill as The rail-king lay rocking He was leaving the ground Then he was flying like
hips Hold on to me tightly I'm a sliding scale Can't endure then you can't inhale Clearly Out of body experience interferes And dreams of flying I fit
sexy, sexy lover, I wanna be your cover There's no other, who's breaking apart Oh my sexy little lover, swear there is no other I'll feel alone, when I'm coming home
color of your hair And how many tattoos you got on your arm So how did we get here where'd it all go wrong Flying through the airwaves coming into your home
calling Wishes were whispering The time was there But without a meaning Away, away in time Every dream is a journey away Away to a home away from care
Face down... [3X] In my mind there's a clearing. Black clouds flow through grey still skies. And the birds don't even whisper. I'm flying out...I'm flying
it on ya When I put-put-put it on ya, put-put-put it on ya [Verse 2:] If that don't work for ya, I got another idea Ain't nobody home, so come on over
Queen + Paul Rodgers) What planet is this, mmmh ? Let there be rock 'n' roll It's a Saturday night and I'm home alone With the music on quiet I'm flying
to look for fear To excite me Or frustrate me, Invite me Into the world Of creators, Decivilizators. Inspirations, Imaginations. Higher, higher… It’s not my song And not my voice collapsing. It’s not my home
Life is a mystery everyone must stand alone I hear you call my name & it feels like home... When you call my name it's like a little prayer I'm down
Our weapons were our instruments made from timber and steel we never yielded to conformity but stood like kings in a chariot that's riding on a record wheel And our airforce flying
you from? (California) What city? (Compton) What you drive? (Impala) What you smokin' on? (Chronic) What you drinkin' on? (Patron) What you sittin' on? (The throne) Relax, make yourself at home
I'd invite you back to my place It's only mine because it holds my suitcase It looks home to me alright But it's a hundred miles from yesterday night
would keep Keep you from flying So I will cry 1000 more If that's what it takes To sail you home Sail you home Sail you home Sail Sail you home