Bungalow
(Peters)
The buildings was always
One step ahead of me
Gonna beat it at its own game
I'm always looking
Up at my building
And the shadow that is hanging over me
Jump to conclusions
From the eighty-second storey
Jump to conclusions
From the eighty-second floor
Jump to conclusions
From the eighty-second storey
Jump to conclusions
Couldn't take it anymore
Buildings are looking
Over my shoulder
They are dominating like my wife
Buildings are looking
Over my shoulder
They are going to wreck my life
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There are days when those
gray skies make you blue.
Each forward step you take,
you fall back by two.
You've been hit by some hard knocks,
you just can't stand.
Feeling like Alice felt, in Wonderland.
Let me be the one to lend a hand.
Call my name and I'll be there.
There's nothing like the laughter that we share.
Whenever you need someone or a shoulder to lean on,
call my name and I'll be there
And when life's going your way,
just like a breeze,
it's a kite-flying kinda day, above the trees.
Together we'll be making memories.
Call my
gray skies make you blue.
Each forward step you take,
you fall back by two.
You've been hit by some hard knocks,
you just can't stand.
Feeling like Alice felt, in Wonderland.
Let me be the one to lend a hand.
Call my name and I'll be there.
There's nothing like the laughter that we share.
Whenever you need someone or a shoulder to lean on,
call my name and I'll be there
And when life's going your way,
just like a breeze,
it's a kite-flying kinda day, above the trees.
Together we'll be making memories.
Call my