Na, na, na, na, na
Na, na, na, na, na
I'm with
Sun is rising on the water
Light is dancing again
Let's go
Little blue dreamer go to sleep
Let's close our eyes and
Up there there's a ball of fire
Some call it the
In a room in Lebanon
They silently slept
They were dreamin' crazy
We explore the men's room
We don't give a shit
Ladies lost
Easter Sunday, we were walking
Easter Sunday, we were talking
Isabel, my
Blood on the T.V., ten o'clock news
Souls are invaded, heart
Raise the sky
We got to fly over the land, over
Every Sunday I will go down to the bar
And leave
Toward another
He has gone
To breathe an air
Beyond his own
Toward a
Dead to the world my body was sleepin'
On my mind
It's been a hard time
And when it rains it rains
I been walking
Wherefore am I walking
I been walking
If you see
Hey, now man's own kin
We commend into the wind
Grateful arms,
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