In my Blakean year I was so disposed Toward a mission yet unclear, advancing pole by pole Fortune breathin' into my ear mouthed a simple ode One road
My father had dementia He lied in bed for months Once in a while he?d call me And ask me to fly down I told him that I?d love to But I had things to do
DJ Bring It Back Bring It Back (Im Going in) D-D-D-J Bring It Back Bring It Back (Im Going In) D-D-D-J Bring It Back Bring It Back (Im Going In) D-D-D
I took a walk in the park, the bluest blue in the sky Until my legs gave out I sat on a bridge and died And when they covered my eyes there wasn't a soul
I saw the stars fall from the sky And watched the tail lights fade away As the sun began to witness a new day. I drove five hundred thousand miles To
Hey you, big star Tell me when it's over Hey you, big mood, guide me to shelter 'Cause I'm through When the two hits the six and it's summer Cloud,
Ooh, farewell my summer love, farewell Girl I won't forget you Farewell, my summer love, farewell, ooh I found my happiest days When you came to see
Hey you, big star, tell me when it's over Hey you, big mood, guide me to shelter 'Cause I'm through when the two hits the six and it's summer Cloud
Oooh, Farewell my summer love, farewell Girl I won't forget you, Farewell, my summer love, farewell, ooh I found my happiest days, When you came to
I look at you you look at me i know we've been though a long week but i just want you to know this weeks over and dont you say a single word because
I took a walk in the park the bluest blue in the sky Until my legs gave out I sat on a bridge and died And when they covered my eyes, there wasn't a soul
Can you say I won't be the one that changes everything And while she's waiting up I'm trying to play this down Sleep away the sun and the rain Whatever
(Smith) In my Blakean year I was so disposed Toward a mission yet unclear Advancing pole by pole Fortune breathed into my ear Mouthed a simple ode One
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