Come down,
come down,
come down from your rain cloud.
You're always rainin' on me
babe.
It isn't practical
up there,
what's the use?
And if you're in the sky
where am I,
save, you gotta save it for me now.
Rock me rock me rock me rock me
Rockaway, rock me to Brighton!,
Coney Island dead give away, hey!
I feel like there is more-
there is more and, and I'm not
fully sure,
not from New York.
everybody moves their body fast
they wanna do this city fast,
rock me rock me rock me,
rock me, you know I'm slow.
Get wise, get wise
rest sore eyes
on petals blue.
The waves
and the flat lands are too high now.
Dec 27, 2012
Dec 27, 2012 at 7:06 PM UTC
Come down,
come down,
come down from your rain cloud.
You're always rainin' on me
babe.
It isn't practical
up there,
what's the use?
And if you're in the sky
where am I,
save, you gotta save it for me now.
Rock me rock me rock me rock me
Rockaway, rock me to Brighton!,
Coney Island dead give away, hey!
I feel like there is more-
there is more and, and I'm not
fully sure,
not from New York.
everybody moves their body fast
they wanna do this city fast,
rock me rock me rock me,
rock me, you know I'm slow.
Get wise, get wise
rest sore eyes
on petals blue.
The waves
and the flat lands are too high now.
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