50 lyrics for "And it goes up"
Get your party right, it's a Friday night Lime on the rim of that dixie silver Smokin' up a faded out 4x4 I brought the songs and you brought the party Only one way to do it up right Everybody goes where eveybody knows That anything goes on a Friday
PlayStreetlight, people It goes on and on and on and on Strangers waiting Up and down the boulevard Their shadows searchin' in the night Livin' just to find emotion Hidin' somewhere in the night Hold on to that feelin' Just a small town girl
PlayTraveling through both space and time (Out of body, out of mind) Out of control, my wheels in constant motion Spinning round and round it goes (I can't let up, I can't let go) Can't stop this flame from burning Tunnel vision at blinding speed Controlling
PlayYou set me on fire Spark and it's like gasoline I start purring like a machine My heart only runs on supreme So hot, give me your gasoline When the music goes up And the sun goes down Lightning strikes
PlayBurn the witch We know where you live This is a low flying panic attack Stay in the shadows Cheer at the gallows This is a round up Sing a song on the jukebox that goes Red crosses on wooden doors And if you float you burn
PlayStreetlights, people Don't stop believin' It goes on and on, and on, and on Strangers waiting Up and down the boulevard Their shadows searching in the night Living just to find emotion Hiding somewhere in the night Hold on to the feelin'
PlayFurther down Grandpa's in the paper War hero Philip Schuyler loses senate seat to young upstart Aaron Burr Grandpa just lost his seat in the senate Sometimes that's how it goes Daddy's gonna find out any minute I'm sure he already knows Let's meet the
PlayBut I can't find the words Every time we say goodbye Baby, it hurts When the sun goes down And the band won't play I'll always remember us this way So when I'm all choked up That Arizona sky burning in your eyes You look at me and, babe, I wanna catch on
PlayLa-la, how the life goes on Ob la di, ob-la-da, life goes on, bra Ob-la di, ob-la-da, life goes on, bra In a couple of years they have built A home sweet home With a couple of kids running in the yard Of Desmond and Molly Jones Happy ever after in the
PlayStreetlights, people Don't stop believin' It goes on and on, and on, and on Strangers waiting Up and down the boulevard Their shadows searching in the night Living just to find emotion Hiding somewhere in the night Hold on to the feelin'
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