Nothing is so good it lasts eternally Perfect situations must go wrong But this has never yet prevented me Wanting far too much For far too long Looking
Bado, scoobado, scoobado-bado-bado. Oh, wo-yo-yo-y! When the whole world lets you down And there's nowhere for you to turn, 'Cause all of your best friends
Better than watching Geller bending silver spoons Better than witnessing newborn nebulas in bloom She who sees from up high smiles and surely sings Prospective
Kiss me and comfort me, my sweet Take me out to dinner like you did last week When I wake up beside you, when I'm out I won't hide from you Like I have
Nothing is so good it lasts eternally Perfect situations must go wrong But this has never yet prevented me From wanting far too much, for far too long
One of these days the gig is up Shouldn't we take the time now To show our love One of these days the gig is up Shouldn't we take the time now To show
Getting to know you Was one of the things that I chose to do Baby I love you And the world that surrounds you Now that I know you As one of the things
What did I just say, well I, I can't remember The room is spinning and My heart is skipping beats 'Cause I finally cut all the ties that were hanging
Nothing is so good it lasts eternallyPerfect situations must go wrongBut this has never yet prevented meFrom wanting far too much for far too longLooking
In these lazy days I barely see myself through I lay here comfortable My thoughts wrapped around you I?ve got a lot on my mind It?s always you every
Away I see it's going down Today hoping in time Will bury all this pain And will awake something inside We pushed our buttons far inside We tear our
You have built yourself a fine fortress And you're the only one who holds the key You've resolved to pilot your own ship And you decide what all the rules
You wanna feel you're never walking You see your feet from off the ground And when you leave there's no one talking You slowly breathe and look around
I know a place, it's the land of milk and honey I know a place where all the streets are paved with gold I know a place where there's life forever after
There is a dead Opera star Floating in the great Dismal swamp And he was wearing A dress with watermelons on it And he stuffed his bra With spanish moss
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A little bit of croonin' A little bit of spoonin' A little bit of swoonin' And a lot of honeymoonin' Now that's my trademark Oh, that's my trademark
Every day when the work is behind you And the shop and the store put the lock on the door Just get away where your worries won't find you If you like,