100 lyrics for "To the skies"
Oh things ain't what they used to be, no no Whoa, ah, mercy mercy me Where did all the blue skies go? Poison is the wind that blows from the north and south and east Whoa mercy, mercy me, Oil wasted on the oceans and upon our seas, fish full of mercury
PlayCan't keep my eyes from the circling skies Tongue-tied and twisted just an earth-bound misfit, I Into the distance a ribbon of black Stretched to the point of no turning back A flight of fancy on a windswept field Standing alone my senses reeled A fatal
PlaySweet home Alabama Where the skies are so blue Lord, I'm coming home to you Big wheels keep on turning Carry me home to see my kin Singing songs about the south-land I miss 'ole' 'bamy once again And I think it's a sin Well I heard Mister Young sing
PlayI ain't foldin' under pressure, I ain't switchin' for no ho I ain't talkin' to no cop and I ain't tellin' on my bros Ain't no killer but don't push me, fingers itchin' on that pole Niggas plottin' on my come-up, gotta watch, they on my nose Long nights,
PlayCan't keep my eyes from the circling skies Tongue-tied and twisted just an earth-bound misfit, I Into the distance a ribbon of black Stretched to the point of no turning back A flight of fancy on a windswept field Standing alone my senses reeled A fatal
PlayWhen you take me there It’s alive, It’s alive All that I've got to be thankful for When I see it through your eyes Now I understand your lives You show me the city I see it through your eyes We drive through the city
PlayBut I ain't in Checotah anymore I'm in a world so wide It makes me feel small sometimes I miss the big blue skies The Oklahoma kind Where sixty-nine meets forty There's a single-stoplight town And back when I was really young A part of that burned down
PlayComing up, cut me down, look at all the stuff we found Touch the sun, feel me now, we will live forever We will forever be faded under gold skies Coming up, coming up, coming up, coming up See the smoke when the sun shines Captivated in your cold eyes
PlayWhy do I tell myself these things that happen Are all really true When in my heart I know The magic is my love for you You sign the song begins You speak and I hear violins, it's magic The stars, desert the skies And rush to nestle in your eyes, it's
PlayYou get one shot, don't fuck it up, turn to my enemy I can't feel your vibe if you telling lies, that's not my energy Girl, that's not my energy, so get the fuck away from me I like good girls, these bad girls, they not meant for me (nah) I like good
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