Rick DeVille
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The sixties
For those who remember
It was a tough duty but we survived
Hippies Forever and I feel fucking sorry for the young - you haven't fucking lived
Suite: Judy Blue Eyes (Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young)
It's get-ting to the point, where I'm no fun any-more
I am sor-ry.
Sometimes it hurts so bad-ly I must cry out loud,
I am lone-ly.
I am yours, you are mine, you are what you are,
You make it ha-a-a-ard.
Remember what we've said, and done, and felt about each other; Oh babe, have mercy.
Don't let the past re-mind us of what we are not now; I am not drea-ming
I am yours.....hard.
Tear-ing your-self ____ away from me now, you are free-ee
and I am cry-ing.
This does not me-ean, I don't love you; I do. That's for-ev-er;
yes, and for al-ways..
I am yours.....hard.
Some-thing in-side is telling me that I--'ve got your secret; Are you still lis-t'ning?
Fear is the lock and laugh-ter the key to your heart; and I love you -
I am yours you.....hard, and you make it ha-a-rd.
Fri-day evening____Sun-day in the af-ter-noon;
what have you got to lose?
Tuesday morning____please, be gone, I'm tired of you...
what have you got to lose?
Can I tell it like it is?____Listen to me ba-by.
It's my hea--rt that's a-suf-f'rin'; it's a dy-in'
and that's what I__ have to lose.
I___'ve got an an-swer; I'm going to fly a-way;
what have I got to lose?
Will you come see__ me, Thurs-days and Sat-ur-days (ays, ays), what have you got to lose?
Chestnut-brown ca-na-ry,___ru-by throa-ted spar-row,
sing a song,___ don't be long,__thrill me to the mar-row.
Voi-ces of the an-gels,___ ring a-round the moon-light; Ask-ng me, said she's so free, how can you catch the spar-row.
La-cy lil-ting ly-ric,___los-ing love la-ment-ing; Change my life,___make it right,____be my la-dy.
Du du du du du, du du du du du du,
Du du du du du, du du___ du du;
For those who remember
It was a tough duty but we survived
Hippies Forever and I feel fucking sorry for the young - you haven't fucking lived
Suite: Judy Blue Eyes (Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young)
It's get-ting to the point, where I'm no fun any-more
I am sor-ry.
Sometimes it hurts so bad-ly I must cry out loud,
I am lone-ly.
I am yours, you are mine, you are what you are,
You make it ha-a-a-ard.
Remember what we've said, and done, and felt about each other; Oh babe, have mercy.
Don't let the past re-mind us of what we are not now; I am not drea-ming
I am yours.....hard.
Tear-ing your-self ____ away from me now, you are free-ee
and I am cry-ing.
This does not me-ean, I don't love you; I do. That's for-ev-er;
yes, and for al-ways..
I am yours.....hard.
Some-thing in-side is telling me that I--'ve got your secret; Are you still lis-t'ning?
Fear is the lock and laugh-ter the key to your heart; and I love you -
I am yours you.....hard, and you make it ha-a-rd.
Fri-day evening____Sun-day in the af-ter-noon;
what have you got to lose?
Tuesday morning____please, be gone, I'm tired of you...
what have you got to lose?
Can I tell it like it is?____Listen to me ba-by.
It's my hea--rt that's a-suf-f'rin'; it's a dy-in'
and that's what I__ have to lose.
I___'ve got an an-swer; I'm going to fly a-way;
what have I got to lose?
Will you come see__ me, Thurs-days and Sat-ur-days (ays, ays), what have you got to lose?
Chestnut-brown ca-na-ry,___ru-by throa-ted spar-row,
sing a song,___ don't be long,__thrill me to the mar-row.
Voi-ces of the an-gels,___ ring a-round the moon-light; Ask-ng me, said she's so free, how can you catch the spar-row.
La-cy lil-ting ly-ric,___los-ing love la-ment-ing; Change my life,___make it right,____be my la-dy.
Du du du du du, du du du du du du,
Du du du du du, du du___ du du;
