42 lyrics for "And there's nothing I can do"

Well can you put your hands in your head, oh no! You know, well you know, you had it comin' to you Now, there's not a lot I can do Dreamer, you know you are a dreamer I said dreamer, you're nothing but a dreamer I said "far out, what a day, a year, a
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And you get what you deserve I don't wanna be king I just wanna sing a love song Pretend there's nothing wrong You can sing along with me I don't wanna be queen Just trying to keep my t-shirt clean There's one thing I have learned If it gets much better
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I believe I can touch the sky Spread my wings and fly away I see me running through that open door I believe I can fly If I can see it, I can do it If I can see it then I can do it If I just believe it, there's nothing to it I believe I could fly Think
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She didn't know-the barrel was loaded Born a queen up on her side, and she felt it too. There's a lot you can see when there's nothing to do She got down on her knees and she dug herself out Slipping to the east side and prancing about. Learn a language
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I'll be waiting, waiting for you Meet me in the, in the next life Memories dried and scabbed I'm dangerous, I pull away You're dangerous, so keep your distance Still you run through my veins And there's nothing I can do So now we've gone our own ways
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Eyes on the hourglass As we sink into the sand Time's up, there's nothing we can do about it It's fine, love, 'cause I know I'mma live without it When I wake up in the morning I don't really want too much See this song but as a warning 'Cause you're too
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Nothing can stop you now Like a ghost rider Haunting that wilderness road There's a shadow on the road behind There's a shadow on the road ahead Pack up all those phantoms Shoulder that invisible load Keep on riding north and west Carry all those phantoms
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Prove it all night I'll prove it all night Girl there's nothing else that we can do And girl I'll prove it all night for you I've been working real hard, trying to get my hands clean We'll drive that dusty road from Monroe to Angeline To buy you a gold
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