Please excuse my respiraton,
You beauty makes it a little hard
Boxed up your emotions,
Taped 'em up real good.
Tucked 'em up
I'd trade my life for a different scene
An old
And there he stands -a little boy,
No shoes on his
What have I done to get you down?
Has my
Here amongst the many,
Are those who weather shadows.
And belief that
They say that idle hands just make trouble,
But I'll just
The dame went almost crazy yesterday
Trying to save me from
You say you never look back on life
A book you've
The foundation's cracking,
The studs are giving in.
Your new love is
I want to be like you
In a jam band where
Climb up on a hill with me and see what
Shocked by the real world,
Because it was never there before
It looks like yesterday didn't do me much good,
'cause I
Don't slip, don't trip take it all in stride.
Don't let
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