Dean Martin Lyrics
Dean Martin Lyrics
"Gentle On My Mind Lyrics"
Emasculate Lyrics
Clinging to tragic tradition Shackled by inherited lies The subliminal indoctrination Of who is wrong and who is right
It's knowing that your door is always open and your path is free to walk
That makes me tend to leave my sleeping bag rolled up and stashed behind your couch
And it's knowing I'm not shackled by forgotten words and bonds
And the ink stains that have dried up on some lineWith U Lyrics
Verse I realize that love is blind Sometimes we close our eyes And when we look we hope to find Someone who's there t
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That keeps you in the back roads by the rivers of my memoryClinging to tragic tradition Shackled by inherited lies The subliminal indoctrination Of who is wrong and who is right
It's knowing that your door is always open and your path is free to walk
That makes me tend to leave my sleeping bag rolled up and stashed behind your couch
And it's knowing I'm not shackled by forgotten words and bonds
And the ink stains that have dried up on some line
Verse I realize that love is blind Sometimes we close our eyes And when we look we hope to find Someone who's there t
That keeps you ever gentle on my mind
It's not clinging to the rocks and ivy planted on their columns now that binds me
Or something that somebody said because they thought we fit together walking
It's jus
Cellophane Coffin Lyrics
Your Path Of Life Is Filled With Gold Preoccupied With What You Own Success Is Just A Diamond's Throw Trapped In Cellophane Cof
knowing that the world will not be cursing or forgiving when I walk along some railroad track by the rivers of my memoryYour Path Of Life Is Filled With Gold Preoccupied With What You Own Success Is Just A Diamond's Throw Trapped In Cellophane Cof
And for hours you're just gentle on my mind
Well I dip my cup of soup back from the gurgling crackling caldron in some train yard
My beard a roughenin
POPEYE AND OLIVE Lyrics
["We could write a song together...what do you wanna write about? Whoa, very massive respone, okay, Popeye and Olive"] P
g coal pile and a dirty hat pulled low across my face["We could write a song together...what do you wanna write about? Whoa, very massive respone, okay, Popeye and Olive"] P
Cupped hands 'round a tin can
I pretend I hold you to my breast and find that you're waving from the back roads by the river of my memory
Ever smiling ever gentle on my mind