I blackened your eyes and stole the light from your glass But in the cold calm of the morning, lay like a death-kite on your lawn I came to your party
also Also heals your soul Oh yes Let the music heal your soul Let the music take control Let the music heal your soul Let the music heal your soul Let
of tune - as it is Songs of love that still make your heart feel good We're tired but happy If you close your eyes you might hear us even from there
Oh if someone writes a song with a simple rhyme Just a song where is feeling show And if someone feels the same about the simple song Oh sometimes you
know Gotta keep a link with your tradition Gotta learn to trust your intuition While you re-establish your position So that you can be on exhibit... So that your
the land (Eve of Destruction) And don't criticize what you can't understand Your sons and your daughters are beyond your command Your old road is rapidly
O.k. boys, take one Danny and the Juniors set a groove stuck 'em blblblblu shoot Say shoot I should Why don't you say "shoot" quick right as the song
my bip-bopping days are over I hung my boots up and then retired from the disco floor Now the centre of my so called being is The space between your
a love song I wanted it to be just right Tried to make it beautiful But all I can think about is our last fight I was gonna play it on piano Had the drums
's sad and it's sweet And I knew it complete When I wore a younger man's clothes" Sing us a song you're the piano man Sing us a song tonight Well we'
mas que nada, we gonna make you feel lil hotter peas and Sergio Mendes heating up sambaaaa badabababababaaaaaa sergio play your piano sergio play your yo yo yo yo piano
like blow up but lines of coca And your folks think Hov' just wrote stuff to rhyme Nah, I'm a poster for what happened seein your moms Doin five dollars
'm your biggest fan I even got the underground stuff that you did with Skam I got a room full of your posters and your pictures man I like the stuff you
POS] That's right, me and Mase blew it to clear your ass straight out of this sector. This is De La Soul wax! [MASE:] So wait until your own piece of
that you wanted to do Was show your mum that you could play the piano Ten years have passed And the one thing that lasts Is that same old song that
Kong then we'll gather round the piano for a little sing song. Oh if I could kidnap that feeling the one that melts softest from your mind I'd make no
