: 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
: Don't want to be a fat man, people would think that I was just good fun. Would rather be a thin man, I am so glad to go on being one. Too much
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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
: And ride with us young bonny lass with the angels of the night. Crack wind clatter flesh rein bite on an out-size unicorn. Rough-shod winging sky
: I said they call it Stormy Monday But I said Tuesday's just as bad. I said they call it Stormy Monday Tuesday is just as bad. Wednesday's full
: Hello sun. Hello bird. Hello my lady. Hello breakfast. May I buy you again tomorrow?
: Walking on velvet green. Scots pine growing. Isn't it rare to be taking the air, singing. Walking on velvet green. Walking on velvet green. Distant
: Through long December nights we talk in words of rain or snow, while you, through chattering teeth, reply and curse us as you go. Why not spare a
: Blew my smoke on a sunny day, when the first black powder came my way. Hot lead ball from a muzzle cold to win fair lady and take your gold. I
: I am your neighbor. I seem most respectable, But underneath I'm an iniquitous toad. So many dreadful mishaps have befallen you down at the end of
: Grey the mist cold the dawn; cruel the sea and stern the shore. Brave the man who sets his course for Albion. Sweet the rose sharp the thorn;
: What would you like for Christmas: a new polarity? You're binary, and desperate to deal in high figures that lick us with their hotter flame lick
: Too many drivers in too many cars. Too many lost souls drinking in too many bars. Too many heroes stepping on too many toes. Too many yes-men nodding
: I work in dark factories, a cog in the big wheel, driving grey satanic mills and weaving sad stories. And faceless masters oh, they pay me plenty
: Fish and chips, sandpaper lips and a rainy pavement. Soho lights, another night thinking of you. Black cat, sat on a wall, winks at me darkly. Suggesting