Sing me to sleep
underneath a blanket of stars tonight,
Just lonely, baby--doesn't mean I'm looking for a friend.
I've
Come on now
Pull the flesh over those bones and
City swallows trees
And I am responsible
'Cause I am
Good morning, hospital
We've got a situation here
I'm in
Drove home to that achingly long song:
The one that moves
Hallelujah!
the sun is in my eyes, on my face.
The air
I was born in Omaha
In my mother's tired arms
A disconcerting way to wake: to find everything in place
the
This could be the day I go
I know you
There are songs to be sung,
and pages to be filled
[Instrumental]
I got a job for the Salvation Army
Come and
[Instrumental]
Lose yourself, you're young and you've got time
It's simple
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