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The sun don't shine The moon don't move the tides To wash me clean Why so unforgiving, and why so cold Been a long time crossing Bridge of Sighs

And all that is gone And all that's to come And everything under the sun is in tune (everything) But the sun is eclipsed by the moon 🌚

Hey there Mr. Blue! We're so pleased to be with you Look around, see what you do Everybody smiles at you! Mr. Blue Sky Mr. Blue Sky Mr. Blue Sky

far away, across the field The tolling of the iron bell Calls the faithful to their knees To hear the softly spoken magic spells

In spite of ourselves We'll end up a'sittin' on a rainbow Against all odds Honey, we're the big door prize We're gonna spite our noses Right off of our faces There won't be nothin' but big old hearts Dancin' in our eyes

Shining star come into view Shine its watchful light on you, yeah Gives you strength to carry on Make your body big and strong Born a man child of the sun Saw my work had just begun Yeah, found I had to stand alone Bless it now I've got my own oh yeah

I see your face when I close my eyes I see a glimpse of my own paradise you came from heaven above I'm lost in your love Free as the wind you give me wings to fly [Chorus:] With you I feel that I could stay in love forever and a day

You don't want me sleeping in You turn around I'm back again I guess this time I'm really gone But it don't seem right I've been up all night On this Two lane highway

The Red Headed Stranger I'm not But buddy, let me tell you what If ysk ol' Will He'll tell ya here's the deal Friends, it's all goin' to pot Well, it’s all going to pot Whether we like it or not Best I can tell The world’s gone to hell And we’re all gonna miss it a lot

Little things I should have said and done I just never took the time You were always on my mind (you were always on my mind) You were always on my mind

(got good and drunk the night before, so I looked and felt my best when I went in that morning, 'cause I wanted to look like the All-American Kid From New York City. I wanted to feel like I wanted to be the All-american Kid from New York), and I walked in, sat down, I was hung down, Brung down, hung up and all kinds of mean, nasty, ugly things

Well, the undertaker drew a heavy sigh Seeing no one else had come And a bell was ringing in the village square For the rabbits on the run

Close up the bar You know the gates of the brewery She's out there every night And she sure ain't drinkin' tea I love that woman She's the best one that I had But she's got this habit now And it sure is gettin' bad. That whiskey drinkin' woman Is makin' a poor man out of me.

As a crowd gathers 'round an angry young man Face down on the street with a gun in his hand In the ghetto And as her young man dies, On a cold and gray Chicago mornin', Another little baby child is born In the ghetto

(Picture story) go the wrong side of the bed Got the wrong slice of the spread Got the thin end of the wedge Took the wrong bend on the edge