100 lyrics for "There... there... there... there... there..."
(I'm with you) I'm with you You carry on I got something to prove We all got nothing If there's nothing to lose We hope is gone All you want is the truth If I got one thing
PlayIt never entered my mind Once you warned me that if you scorned me I'd say a lonely prayer again And wish that you were there again To get into my hair again Once I laughed when I heard you saying That I'd be playing solitaire Uneasy in my easy chair And
PlaySomewhere over the rainbow, way up high There's a land that I've heard of once in a lullaby. Somewhere over the rainbow, skies are blue And the dreams that you dare to dream, Really do come true. Someday I'll wish upon a star And wake up where the clouds
Play'Cause there ain't no cure for the summertime blues Sometimes I wonder what I'm gonna do Well I'm a gonna raise a fuss, I'm gonna raise a holler About workin' all summer just to try an' earn a dollar Everytime I call my baby, to try to get a date My boss
PlayI see a dust trail following an old red Nova Baby blue eyes, your head on my shoulder You don't look a day over fast cars and freedom That sunset river bank first time feeling Wait, baby, don't move, right there it is T-shirt hanging off a dogwood branch
PlayProcessed, diluted Virtually unrecognizable I was lost there, no direction A scattered void I'm on to you Your evil game The tables have turned
PlayLet’s go, let’s leave There’s a whole wide world for us to see Just roll with me Cause there ain’t no doubt this is meant to be I pick you up on the corner of now and never We can run all the red lights down forever I gotta tank filled up with gasoline
PlayThe saints are coming I say no matter how I try I realize there's no reply How long now? I cried to my daddy on the telephone The line went But the shadows still remain since your descent, your descent There is a house in New Orleans They call the risin'
PlayI gotta get home there's a garden to tend There's fruit on the ground and the birds have all moved back into my attic Whistling static When the young learn to fly I will patch all the holes up again Well I can't believe that my lime tree is dead I
PlayThere's levels to your love And I know, we can get higher Levels, levels, levels, levels Yeah, there's levels to your love And I keep on climbing up Let them go, all the one's tryna get in the door I'ma go where they all couldn't go Up a floor, up a
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