Lyrics We Enjoy |
| Pedro the Lion | |
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Lullaby the sun
shines leaves blow and my hope like autumn is turning brown i know it
seems like i am always falling down but it does not matter to me although it
seems like it should it is because i know i am understood when i hear Him say
rest in me little david and dry all your tears you can lay down your armor and
have no fear cause i'm always here when you're tired of running
i'm all the strength you need it's up hill both ways tomorrow i swear i won't
act this way i know it seems like that is what i always say you know i want to
be like Jesus but it seems so very far away when will i learn to obey Tragedy Girl the life you're leading with the lying and the cheating is hard You got yourself a boyfriend, treats you like a lady and a friend No one sees the tragedy, except for me Girl the life you're leading with the drinking and the cheating aint good You had yourself a boyfriend, used him like the others you did Trust me, you ID, it's no good Trust me, your ID, it's no good Trust me, your ID, trust me, your ID, it's no good. Art Of Life Me and Mrs. Claude Monet Spent the afternoon one day Sharing secrets of the heart In a tiny french cafe She said I don't know where to start Words have never been my art But this feeling is so strong That it's tearing me apart So before I'm dead and gone Write what I'm about to say in a song I am the ferns of Larousse, and the tigers of Rousseau With the humor of Talouse, and the passion of Van Gogh I'm not just a painter's wife, I'm a master at the art of life As we watched the sun go down Casting shadows on the ground There fell a silence in the air That was loud as any sound It felt something like a prayer Left unspoken but still there I know she knew the feeling well That she felt it everywhere Then she broke the sacred spell With the words that I am sworn to tell I'm the angels of Chagall, why the Mona Lisa smiled The cathedral of St. Paul, the Madonna and the Child I'm the palette and the knife, I'm a master at the art of life Claude Monet Was working today While his wife and I were painting with the heart When the stars filled up the skies We both said polite goodbyes It was a s peaceful as can be And I gently closed my eyes And for a moment I could see Every word she said was meant for me I am the ferns of Larousse, and the tigers of Rousseau With the humor of Talouse, and the passion of Van Gogh I'm the angels of Chagall, why the Mona Lisa smiled The cathedral of St. Paul, the Madonna and the Child I'm the islands of Gauguin and the roses of Renoir With the fires of Rodin and Picasso's Grey Guitar I'm the palette and the knife, I'm a master at the art of life |
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