clothes are not Paris fashions, but in Buddy's eyes I'm young, I'm beautiful. In Buddy's eyes I don't get older. So life is ducky And time goes flying
greet her On the street where Young strangers travel On magic carpets Floating lightly In beaded caravans Who can know if They will free her On the street
You'll see them when they walk through the sun-filled park Where children run and play It hurts too much to smile, it hurts too much but life goes on
fall away We'll relive yesterday And start where we began, love We'll do it if we can, love We'll do it if we can... Come on, love. Come on. Come on. Come on
lonely, can't live without you Chorus: You Every beat of my heart, everyday of my life Every thought on my mind Every second, every moment You Every still of the night, every romance goes
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in Paris, France, got home on one last chance And without a backward glance I began again And the days just kept on rolling and I just kept on going Without
Got to keep on moving, got to keep on moving Got to keep on moving, got to keep on moving to the Ocean Got to keep on moving, got to keep on moving
could run we were dancing life is short but none of thee is los the world goes round and round and we and we go on and on the world goes on and on Benjing
on T.V. My life, your entertainment You watch it while I live it (live it) I walk they follow (ay) I talk they holla (ay) Just here for your amusement My life
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were singing Before we could walk we were dancing Life is short but not a day is lost The world goes round and round And we go on and on... Beijing
talk we were singing Before we could run we were dancing Life is short but not a day is lost The world goes round and round And we go on and on Beijing
Got robbed in Paris, France, got home on one last chance And without a backward glance I began again And the days just kept on rolling and I just kept on
the meanest handler Yes, she is the hottest thing When I'm out and takin' trips, I mean, there she goes up in my mix From Paris, Peru, to every club (
a young nigga to do, at age 22 it's you against me, an me against you, to be continued as life goes on, in the panic zone, searchin for the twilight
Paris I'm speakin' upon Powerful just like a pod Positioned in the proper placement Focus like militant deep as concentrational caverns Devising secret plans on
all roads out of here, seem to lead right back to the Rock Island. Rock Island. I've gone back to Paris, London, and even riding on a jumbo to Bombay