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charge your soul Nance music's gonna get you laid Prima Donnas infect your brain You need to get in someone's pants You want to hit the floor and dance Nance
Could I have been A parking lot attendant Could I have been A millionaire in Bel Air Could I have been Lost Somewhere in Paris Could I have been You're
I can't believe you You bend your words like you're Geller's spoons Not quite safe here When every judgement seems to smack of doom Are you okay? I'm
Could I have been A parking lot attendant Could I have been A millionaire in Bel Air Could I have been Lost somewhere in Paris Could I have been
Oh, he said it was the sound of the winter callin' From up around the bend or it could be The cry of your restless heart For the love of your long lost
Boston to Southshore in the back of the bus It's the last winter storm of the season and such And I am lost to the fiction of the book in my lap The snow
He is from the work of a Southern writer Where every man's a fighter Where the strong survive And the weak move north to rest And he had lines of silver
The wing and the wheel they carry things away Whether it's me that does the leavin' or the love that flies away The moon outside my window looks so lonely
Well I'm goin' back where my garden blooms all year Where the wintertime speaks softly in the fallin' rain And I'm goin' back to my green eyed lover there
Gonna wake up crazy to the cry of the trains on Beacon Street So far from home, so far from love, so far from a friend in need And all I need is a heart
I worked hard for that rose You may have it when you go 'Cause it's the dreaming it lends It's worth holding here And when the outbound lane Brings me
So much silence to my hometown streets Gonna put my cheek to the window and watch it sleep Where the shadow's fall from sycamore trees Fight off this
It's a southern road west of New Orleans I'm fightin' off a cold From these winter rounds Houston She's just around the corner But I think I'll stop off
My friends think I'm crazy and maybe it's true 'Cause I'll go on and love you this way Though I have discovered that you love another And hardly remember
Well, the good times scratched a laugh From the lungs of the young men In a Deadwood saloon, South Dakota afternoon And the old ones by the door with
