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She takes me on a rocking stroll,
If you won't wave guess I won't know. As I roll by I hope you'll throw a smile at me. 'Cause this here pram is all I've known. I won't be walking till I've grown. All I've been shown is everything I want to see. People's knees and trunks of trees smile at me. Looking upward to the sky, moving forward all the time. The sidewalk lines, "gadunk-gadunk-gadunk-gdai" If it's warm in here is it cold down there? Around out where I can only stare. I'm still aware of little but I'm gonna try. I'm gonna try. I'm gonna try. I'm gonna try. I'm gonna try. Oh! She takes me on a rocking stroll, If you won't wave guess I won't know. As by I roll I hope you'll throw a smile at me. 'Cause this here pram is all I've known. I won't be walking till I've grown. All I've been shown is everything I want to see. People's knees and trunks of trees smile at me. |
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| 2. |
| 2:45 |
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He kinda shoulda sorta woulda loved her if he could've.
The story's getting closer to the end. He kinda shoulda sorta woulda loved her if he could've. He'd rather be alone than pretend. She just wanted him to love her but he didn't. He took to the woods and wandered in it. Walked along and on until they couldn't. Stole himself to tell her that he wouldn't. He kinda shoulda sorta woulda loved her if he could've. The story's getting closer to the end. He kinda shoulda sorta woulda loved her if he could've. He'd rather be alone than pretend. She just wanted him to love her but he didn't. He took to the woods and wandered in it. Walked along and on until they couldn't. Stole himself to tell her that he wouldn't. He kinda shoulda sorta woulda loved her if he could've. The story's getting closer to the end. He kinda shoulda sorta woulda loved her if he could've. He'd rather be alone than pretend. |
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| 3. |
| 3:07 |
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I've never been too good with names.
The cellar door was open, I could never stay away. I know it's prob'ly not my place. It's either or, I'm hoping for a simple way to say. It's a shame about Ray. In the stone, under the dust, His name is still engraved. Some things need to go away. It's a shame about Ray. If I make it through today, I'll know tomorrow not to put my feelings out on display. I'll put the cobwebs back in place. I've never been to good with names, But I remember faces. |
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| 4. |
| 3:20 |
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Waiting for some thin' to break.
Left my heart out to bake. Nothing there in my glass. Wasn't air meant to last. Hope in my past. Hope in my past. Hope in my past. Hope in my past. All the way down to the lake, (Found the lake was wet). How much more could I take, (Better yet). Walked back home to my place, (Tired of getting high). Guess I don't want to die. Hope in my past. Hope in my past. Hope in my past. Hope in my past. Waiting for some thin' to break. Left my heart out to bake. Slipped my mind that I could use my brain. I'll stay up all night and crash on the plane. Ship without a rudder's like a ship without a rudder's like a Ship without a rudder. Ship without a rudder's like a ship without a rudder's like a Ship without a rudder's like a ship without a rudder's like a ship without a Rudder's like a ship without a rudder's like a ship without a rudder. |
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| 2:52 | 
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| 6. |
| 2:34 |
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I'm lost in the see-through.
Pane always needs a bath. Between a want and a need to, Butterscotch streetlamps mark my path. {Play verse chords} My country was of thee Now why'd you have to leave How'd this come to have to pass Butterscotch streetlamps mark my path Mark my path, mark my path down. Mark my path, mark my path down. Mark my path, mark my path down. Mark my path, mark my path down. |
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| 1:51 |
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I want a bit part in your life,
A walk-on would be fine. I just want a bit part in your life, (A bit part in your life). I want a bit part in your life, Rehearsing all the time. I just want a bit part in your life, (A bit part in your life). Little more than a cameo Nothing traumatic when I go Little more than a stand-in, I won't need reprimanding. |
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| 8. |
| 1:59 |
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She'd shake it up, was hard to make out.
Now it's plain to see I couldn't cook to save myself, Found my life a recipe. I never looked at her this way before, But now she's all I see... Alison's starting to happen, Alison's starting to happen, Alison's starting to happen to me It's so mesmerizing, Can't describe it, All that inside, hey. No one's heard her last name, I ain't asked, So, who am I to blame? An earthquakes started forming underneath my feet today... Alison's starting to happen, Alison's starting to happen, Alison's starting to happen to me Oh, this world is topsy-turvy, And it is mine to eat. She's the pebble in my mouth and underneath my feet. She's the puzzle piece behind the couch, made the sky complete. Alison's starting to happen. Alison's starting to happen. Alison's starting to happen. Alison's starting to happen. Alison's getting her tit pierced. Alison's growing a Mohawk. Alison's starting to happen to me. |
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| 9. |
| 2:40 |
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| 10. |
| 2:55 |
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Thrilled to be in the same post code as you.
I tell you things I know you'd like to know, Treat you to cake every night. Suddenly talk and it'll make you fright. Smile at me, I'll hold you really tight, Follow you into bed, run around till mornin', We'll stay awake all night. We'll repeat the same stories, But of course never in front of friends. How it all started in the kitchen. Hey! Remember the time you said we should wait awhile? You'd let me know when you changed your mind. Yeah, I was sad for some time. But 12 hours watching me at the wheel Made me realize what you really feel. Won't have to hurt anymore. Ooohhh... Walking you home along Mt. Vernon Street, You told me secrets I was shocked to know. Pretend it was me every night. I'm thrilled to be in the same postcode as you. I'll come and visit, maybe never go, Follow you into bed. Run around till mornin' and we'll stay awake every night. We repeat the same stories, But of course never in front of friends. How it all started in the kitchen. {repeat and fade} |
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| 11. |
| 1:48 |
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Started out today jello in the sand.
Went out of my way not to understand. Walked into a tree don't you look at me. See I'm not myself phony mystery. Sore afraid. That's my tune. Ceiling fan in my spoon. Clothed in iron there's no denyin'. When you feel like a bent fork tine. Feelin' like a bent fork tine. Clothed in iron there's no denyin'. Sore afraid. That's my tune. Ceiling fan in my spoon. Started out today jello in the sand. Went out of my way not to understand. Walked into a tree don't you look at me. See I'm not myself phony mystery. Sore afraid. That's my tune. Ceiling fan in my spoon. In my spoon... |
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| 12. |
| 1:44 |
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I met a boy called Frank Mills
On September twelfth right here In front of the Waverly But unfortunately I lost his address He was last seen with his friend, a drummer He resembles George Harrison of The Beatles But he wears his hair tied in a small bow at the back I love him but it embarrasses me To walk down the street with him He lives in Brooklyn somewhere And he wears his white crash helmet He has golden chains on his leather jacket And on the back are written the names "Mary" and "Mom" and "Hell's Angels" I would gratefully appreciate if you see him tell him I'm in the park with my girlfriend and please Tell him Angela and I don't want the two dollars back just him |
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| 13. |
| 3:43 |
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And here's to you, Mrs. Robinson
Jesus loves you more than you will know (Wo, wo, wo) God bless you please, Mrs. Robinson Heaven holds a place for those who pray (Hey, hey, hey...hey, hey, hey) We'd like to know a little bit about you for our files We'd like to help you learn to help yourself Look around you, all you see are sympathetic eyes Stroll around the grounds until you feel at home And here's to you, Mrs. Robinson Jesus loves you more than you will know (Wo, wo, wo) God bless you please, Mrs. Robinson Heaven holds a place for those who pray (Hey, hey, hey...hey, hey, hey) Hide it in a hiding place where no one ever goes Put it in your pantry with your cupcakes It's a little secret, just the Robinsons' affair Most of all, you've got to hide it from the kids Coo, coo, ca-choo, Mrs Robinson Jesus loves you more than you will know (Wo, wo, wo) God bless you please, Mrs. Robinson Heaven holds a place for those who pray (Hey, hey, hey...hey, hey, hey) Sitting on a sofa on a Sunday afternoon Going to the candidates debate Laugh about it, shout about it When you've got to choose Ev'ry way you look at it, you lose Where have you gone, Joe DiMaggio A nation turns its lonely eyes to you (Woo, woo, woo) What's that you say, Mrs. Robinson Joltin' Joe has left and gone away (Hey, hey, hey...hey, hey, hey) |
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