Drowse by Queen
Artist: Queen
Album: A Day At The Races
Queen A Day At The Races Drowse
It's the sad eyed goodbye Yesterday's moments I remember
It's the bleak street,week kneed partings I recall
It's the mistier mists the hazier days
The brighter sun and the easier lays
There's all the more reason for laughing and crying
When you're younger and life isn't to hard at all
It's the bleak street,week kneed partings I recall
It's the mistier mists the hazier days
The brighter sun and the easier lays
There's all the more reason for laughing and crying
When you're younger and life isn't to hard at all
It's the fantastic drowse, of the afternoon Sundays
That bored you to rages of tears, the unending pleadings
To waste all your good times, In thoughts of your middle-aged years
It's the vertical hold all the things that you're told
For the everyday hero it all turns to zero, and there's all the more reason
For living or dying when you're young, and your troubles are all very small
That bored you to rages of tears, the unending pleadings
To waste all your good times, In thoughts of your middle-aged years
It's the vertical hold all the things that you're told
For the everyday hero it all turns to zero, and there's all the more reason
For living or dying when you're young, and your troubles are all very small
Out here on the street we'd gather and meet, and scuff up the sidewalk
With endlessly restless feet, half on the time we'd broaden our minds
More in the pool hall, than we did in the school hall
With endlessly restless feet, half on the time we'd broaden our minds
More in the pool hall, than we did in the school hall
With the down town chewing gum bums
watching the night life the lights and the fun
Never wanted to be the boy next door, always thought I'd be something more
But it ain't easy for a small town boy, It ain't easy at all
Thinking it right and doing it wrong, It's easier from an arm chair
Waves of alternatives wash over my sleepiness
Have my eggs poached for breakfast I guess
I think I'll be Clint Eastwood, Jimi Hendrix he was good
Let's try William the Conqueror, now who else do I like?
watching the night life the lights and the fun
Never wanted to be the boy next door, always thought I'd be something more
But it ain't easy for a small town boy, It ain't easy at all
Thinking it right and doing it wrong, It's easier from an arm chair
Waves of alternatives wash over my sleepiness
Have my eggs poached for breakfast I guess
I think I'll be Clint Eastwood, Jimi Hendrix he was good
Let's try William the Conqueror, now who else do I like?
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