Is all of your life will ever be. That preserved a wretch like me! Was blind, but I see now. And sophistication shall lead me home. And Honey, I miss you and I’m being good. And I’d love to be with you only if I possibly could. Little boy blue and the man in the moon.
And the coated ponies fall and rise. We’re captive on the carousel of your time. And go and round and around in the group game circular. And whispered in the sounds of silence. And the good-bye still makes the trip harder. And you run, and you also run to catch up with sunlight but it’s sinking. Racing around to appear behind you again. Sunlight is the same in a member of the family way but you’re older.
Shorter of breathing and one day closer to death. Are you lonesome tonight? Do you miss me tonight? Are you sorry we drifted apart? Does your memory stray to a bright sunny day? WHILE I kissed you and called you sweetheart? Do the chairs in your parlor seem bare and empty?
Do you gaze at your doorstep and picture me there? Is your center filled up with pain, shall I come back again? Tell me dear, are you lonesome tonight? That’s where we want to go, way down in Kokomo. Dewdrops and Starlight are looking forward to thee. I walk the comparative range. There is nobody compares with you.
When I think of love as something new. In my life, I love you more. Doesn’t anybody stay in one place any more? You never let me down before. Cause I’d miss you, baby, and I don’t want to miss something. I’d still miss you baby, and I don’t want to miss something. The day is getting dark And.
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And one thousand miles in the back of. Freedom’s just another word for nothin’ still left to lose. Nothin’ is not well worth nothin’ but it’s free. Happy times again are here! He not busy being born is busy dying. Hear that lonesome whippoorwill? He seems too blue to soar. I’m so lonesome I could cry.
How may I make certain where I stand with you? I want to stay with you. How do I know? THE WAY I here wish you were. Running over the same old ground. What have we found? I come to you defenses down with the trust of a child. The day the music passed away The. I sing my song to the free. Sinners are much more fun. Oh, Lord, do not I want to be misunderstood. Will you remember me? I am going to love you always. We’re the ones who’ve to fly. There would be music still left to create. Tomorrow DO YOU WANT TO Love Me?