Help me, I'm dying Help me, I'm dying, now, oh And as the whirlwinds disappeared (I looked around and I was here) The clouds were clearing from my eyes
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Go Richy Rich got high on the high life Ron the rage it raged into my life The Dow Jones it took on new meaning I'd pick my feet before every High-powered
I'm the guy who lurks In the heart of every man I'm the creepy jerk Dressed up like your dearest friend I am Jonah's whale flying friendly sail I'm the
I never saw such a place in all my life This is tomorrow's song, I think I've waited too long Can't seem to see through the scraping of the sky And now
From a world that's never ending From a sky beyond the skies A child is born And love is made alive Like a flaw that seeks perfection With a will that
SNOW: From a world that's never ending From a sky beyond the skies A child is born And love is made alive Like a flaw that seeks perfection With a will
I think, I'II give her a call To see if she's up, it's kinda late But you know it wouldn't surprise me If I get her machine again You see there's a problem
A baby was born in a small town yesterday He's a magical child with a cosmic death ray But his mother always wanted to play Such a long way down But
(Alan Morse & John Boegehold) Take a giant leap Off the only ledge you know Kiss the ground above your head Surf the blue sky down below Taste the air
Melt the ice by summer Turn the grass from green to gold Live the greatest story ever told Don't mess the sacred mother If things go wrong, hey it's
I'm drifting on the water Far out from the land Moving throug my memories As I try to understand If I wake tomorrow wiser Or it's time to shed my skin
Well, I'm out on the edge Yes, I'm out on the edge Put on your feet Put on your face Put these people in their place Check your hat Check your coat
(Alan Morse, Nick D'Virgilio & John Boegehold) The clicking wires The ticking clocks They're in my brain In my brain In my brain Like a wave of shocks
Red forest green As you stand at the waterfall And there's no in between You go back or you trust the fall And the man says that'll be forty-five And
Behold, the man, the stranger, the working man's son He reflected the mountain Now all souls can see what's been done And the word spread fast as wild
As the sun burns my eyes I am pierced to the core Everyday I feel dead Nothing feels like before When my friends come to play I won't answer the door