Hear the crack of a bullet down on seventh avenue tonight Man lies bleeding on the floor Hear the cry of the cop car as the streets are filled with blue
Everybody sings the blues sometimes Everybody gets the bends Everybody takes a knife sometimes In the back from one of your friends Everybody builds
Hey, please knock me down Back down to the earth So I can recall what all this is worth I got what I want but that's never enough Hey, please knock me
Yesterday was the longest day I have seen But tomorrow could be longer baby Indecision rising up like steam From an early morning highway If things were
He said I'm strong enough to leave you He said I'd like to be your friend A thousand days he said forever and ever But ever's at an end . . . this bitter
You are so good Rain falling in a paper cup Got her head turned down and her collar pulled up There's a sorrow in her eyes and a sadness in her sigh But
Don't drag me down when you fall Don't you know it's a privilege You've got so much, got it all Still you're counting your riches And I could be ten
She took the money she stole the car keys Told off the junkie at the liquor store Once again she said she got it But she just don't get it Got my arms
Soul for sale She'll give you everything inside If you take her on that 15 - minute ride Soul for sale She'll light the screen up with her skin If you
So you've packed up all your makeup And you grabbed your magazines And you're leaving in the morning On a train I guess I've taken you for granted I guess
Seventeen we were too young To be thinking about the future To be worried about the consequence of fun. . . It's just fun Yeah we grew up oh so fast
Baby open your eyes, and take a look around. There was child within you, oh no no, 'til you beat her down, down, down. All the times I wondered... Chorus
Had this dream I was lying on my back on a trampoline Floating by are the peaches and tangerines Tempting me but, baby I believe in planting seeds And
She's got a feeling she's not quite as cool as she thought she was Yeah, yeah, oooo She loves her bob-top, she hates all the poor kids that rise above
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Rain falling in a paper cup Got her head turned down and her collar turned up There?s a sorrow in her eye and a sadness in her sigh But she ain?t gonna
Hey, please knock me down Back down to the earth So I can recall what all this is worth I got what I want but that?s never enough Hey, please knock
