Fences in a row, fences in a row Why are they protecting in Rome? If only the necessary silhouette Unknown join a dis, dis, dissident Carried away, hide
If I could paint pictures I'd paint one for you A picture portraying the love we once knew Then a tear would reveal the sorrow in me As I painted white
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Little boys and little girls dream of big, big things They're taught at a tender age just what life should bring Get a job, say, 'I do' and settle yourself
Whilst others wait and wait and wait We glide into this jam You?re stirin? up a revolution in my mind The closer I get to you baby You open up the windows
Billy leaned on the hood of the car With a match stick in his mouth And I watched him through The crack in the windshield We were goin' South All the
The places I remember are getting worn and withered My heart's the picket fences and needs a little mending Am I not everything you thought I should be
You haven't said a single word to me this morning Still upset about the fight we had last night Well life's to short for silence in the hallway Darling
Antes de que te vallas dejame mirar Una vez mas ese rostro que nunca he de olvidar Me dices sinceramente que me has dejado de amar Descuida yo bien comprendo
I'm sitting in a room made up of only big white walls And in the hall, there are people looking through The window in the door They know exactly what
Our guardian star lost all its glow The day that I lost you It lost all its glitter the day you said, no And its gray sky's turned blue Like him I am
While they dance, how she holds him Pulls him close and loves him so While he dreams of another And counts the days until he lets her go Same old story
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From a phone booth in Cheyenne I made a promise to Diane No more rodeos I'd gone my last go 'round The same promise that I made In San Antone and Santa
January's always bitter But Lord, this one beats all The wind ain't quite for weeks now And the drifts are ten feet tall I've been all night drivin'
I'll press my face up to your railings I'll listen, you've still got a little unused pain A little hurt A little further Don't burn your hand on the