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A Thought's An Idea...

and i really don't know
'cos i don't wanna know
tell me when it's over
let me know when it's done
 
you belong among the wildflowers
you belong somewhere close to me

far away from your trouble and worries
you belong somewhere you feel free
you belong somewhere you feel free :heart:
 
having disappeared from the past,
waiting on the other side,
funny in a certain way,
you found me,
here...
in the night,
and so please hit me now,
and put the light on.
 
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Tell me all that you may know
Show me what you have to show
Won't you come and say
If you know the way to blue?
 
Way down, way down along the stream
How very, very sweet it will seem
Once more just to dream
In the silvery moonlight
My honey, I know (I know)
With the dawn that you will be gone
But tonight you belong to me
Just to little old me
 
a candy coloured clown they call the sandman
tip-toes to my room every night
just to sprinkle star dust
and to whisper....
fall asleep
everything
is alright
:heart:^_^
 
He never sang when he got hoodwinked
They tried it all, but he never would
Tomorrow morning there'll be laundry
But he'll be somewhere else to hear the call
Don't say goodbye, he's just leaving early
He's walking Spanish down the hall
 
don't you walk away with my love
don't you walk away now, I'm on my own

I'm asking you to hear my pleas
I need the shelter of your arms,
wanting to spend my days in the shelter of your arms

:heart:
 
while your cigarette still burns
your messed up world will thrill me
 
I'll wander the streets avoiding them eats
until the ring on my finger slips to the ground.
A gift to the gutter, gift to the city
the veins of which have broken me down.
And I dont believe him,
morning is mocking me.
 
Oh, a storm is threat'ning
My very life today
If I don't get some shelter
Oh yeah, I'm gonna fade away...

 
Now you're afraid,
of the faces you used to put names too
strangers that used to impress you,with their sinister smiles and their hair just right
 
If you'll be my flotsam
I could be half the man I used to
They said you were hot stuff
And that's what Baby's been reduced to
 
December came faster than most,
And before we knew it, it was cold,
And you turned to me,
As if to say that we should not have come this way.
 
I will never ask if you never tell me
I know you well enough to know you'll never love me
 

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