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June 13 Escape the NestBuildings in clouds here Our time and our place dear Theres life in us yet love These walls we will climb above We really our ants now Escape the nest somehow I ache for a feeling You came and you poured it in, it in. Buildings in clouds here Our time and our place dear Theres life in us yet love These walls we will climb above, above. Look up Through the trees to feel as small as you can, You hear the clocks counting down, The nights are longer now than ever before, But now you see the lights from the town. Im drained and im empty Ive still got love in me Theres eyes in the sky tonight Watching us lose the fight We really are ants now Escape the nest somehow I ache for a feeling You came and you poured it in, it in. Look up Through the trees to feel as small as you can, You hear the clocks counting down, The nights are longer now than ever before, But now you see the lights from the town. Look up Through the trees to feel as small as you can, You hear the clocks counting down, The nights are longer now than ever before, But now you see the lights of the town March 26 vamos con mucha marcha!!!
Deep down Louisiana close to New Orleans
Way back up in the woods among the evergreens There stood a log cabin made of earth and wood Where lived a country boy named Johnny B. Goode Who never ever learned to read or write so well But he could play the guitar just like a ringing a bell Go go Go Johnny go Go Go Johnny go Go Go Johnny go Go Go Johnny go Go Johnny B. Goode He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack Go sit beneath the tree by the railroad track Oh, the engineerswould see him sitting in the shade Strumming with the rhythm that the drivers made People passing by they would stop and say Oh my that little country boy could play Go go Go Johnny go Go Go Johnny go Go Go Johnny go Go Go Johnny go Go Johnny B. Goode His mother told him "Someday you will be a man, And you will be the leader of a big old band. Many people coming from miles around To hear you play your music when the sun go down Maybe someday your name will be in lights Saying Johnny B. Goode tonight. Go Johnny go Go go go Johnny go Go go go Johnny go Go go go Johnny go Go Johnny B. Goode |
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