Oh, mmm, I know a place Ain't nobody cryin', ain't nobody worried Ain't no smilin' faces, mmm, no no Lyin' to the races, help me, come on, come on Somebody
If you disrespect anybody That you run in to How in the world do you think Anybody's s'posed to respect you If you don't give a heck 'bout the man With
the soul singer in the session band Shredded to ribbons beneath a microphone stand Felt the quickness of pity like a flash in a pan For the soul singer
just a singer in a band I?m humbled when you take the time to hear my life in verse and rhyme But when it comes to heroes know that I?m just a singer
Oh man, you heard enough Trying to live a risking life Don't go out and buy a Cadillac If you know your money ain't right Fun is so much easier When
you wanna sing for me Sing a song, singing man Sing a song, singing man Sing another song, singing man Sing another song, singing man Sing a song for me Sing
of the crimes that are mine I will ask for the mercy that you love to decline And all the ladies go moist and the judge has no choice A singer must
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go Oh midnight singer Just outside my door Oh how your song Waves on the shore Making a sound oh then silent Making a sound once more Oh midnight singer Sing
the pages of the book To light a fire With the rain on my face There is no place that I belong Did you forget this fucking singer so soon? And did
dinner Never wanted to hang out after the show Pop singer, of pop songs Pop singer writing pop songs Never wanted to be no pop singer, pop songs a pop singer
a small café On a crowded night In a spot of light Stands the singer, Then band begins And the beat is strong And the room belongs To the singer
When every moment gets too hard End of the road can feel so far No matter how much time we're apart I'm always near you I'll be the shelter in your rain
the week Horde of angels, sing as one You know my heart has come undone again, again Return, return of love Return, return of the singer Return of all
Dark the night and long til day Do not bid us further stray Dark the night and long til day Do not bid us further stray Now the sun it does decline Pour
post O.K. boys, we've got the go-ahead Open bomb bays Nancy, I swear I can hear jazz singers in the trees Jazz jazz singers in the trees Shiny projectiles
You got to stop once in a while and shake off that face of yours 'Cause nothing comes easy or it just comes free You could sing it better if you'd sing
California California California good bye Let's go down to California listen girl I wanna warn you AII the guys and girls are doing things We should have
