Turn turn away From the sound of your own voice Calling no one, just a silence Run to see you at the edge Fall off the avalanche Hold hold the light That fixes you in time Keeps you under

Falling in love As the world falls down As the pain sweeps through Makes no sense for you Every thrill has gone Wasn't too much fun at all But I'll be there for you There's such a sad look

It won't be long, we'll meet again Numb, we're broken, here I stand alone Wondering what were the last words I said to you The face of love You've never left me The rising sun Will always speak your name Your memory is never passing

Happy birthday Happy birthday to you You know it doesn't make much sense There ought to be a law against Anyone who takes offense At a day in your celebration 'Cause we all know in our minds That there ought to be a time That we can set aside To show

You can do what you want as long As the curtain is high and strong We should be like this all the time For the Earth, one day will die Now that all these walls are down Wonder what I'll tell you Count the number of things you are See how long it takes you

Hey watermelon man Do you understand watermelon man Bring me one that rattles when you plug it One that's erd and juicy when you plug it Hot and bothered need a little cooling When I hear your call I start to drooling

Ain't no time for talking Show me what you got We're gonna get this bed rocking And it ain't gonna stop (You're getting locked up) Roll your body like you do Don't be afraid to move it You got everything I like so

Não me deixe fora da sua agenda do fim de semana Não esconda, telefona, não fuja de mim Invente uma desculpa pro seus pais Que vai na casa de uma amiga ou coisa assim Que eu já pensei num programa pra gente sair Entre um sorvete e outro um beijo na mão E

Sometimes it feels like this world is spinning faster Than it did in the old days So naturally, we have more natural disasters From the strain of a fast pace Sunday was a day of rest Now, it's one more day for progress

(Youngblood) She's my little youngblood Punch-drunken youngblood She's a loner, not a stoner Bleeding heart and the soul of Miss Teresa Supernova, Cherry Cola She's the cedar in the trees of Minnesota I'm a rough boy 'round the edges