Lyrics

Welcome and spin your Hollywood In the backyard with a friend on the telephone The town right then is cooler than down You're the one that turns it around It's high and lost, forget about them And this sound Yeah, I guess this sound Wear a bell that Saturday makes If you've got what it takes Then fate'll come around Pick that wish and crying thing And get yourself to a super town Who cares who's gone? It's like the palm tree sickness hit home James Taylor's on, through this pipeline feels real good Flashing like rhythm, more than you could Imagine if it happens to you And ask me if it lasts Yesterday's home cut in half Good night you sleep It'll be a heavy drive back east
Writer(s): Irving Gordon Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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