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Godfathers

you You won't believe me but you know it's true I could never find another you ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~ c. 1989 CRGI Music Inc. and Godfathers Music (BMI). Transcribed by Rich Delano (rfd@acs.bu.edu) Write for Godfathers

I wake up in the morning and I feel like a king Make love not work I can do anything Can rule my own world and never have to listen I'm living like there

Take the street down to the station Take the road down to the train That was where I finally found her She was crying to the rain I don't believe in you

She's just got out of bed She hasn't had her breakfast yet She phoned in sick today She needs a mental holiday She's being pushed around Her world is

Today a new sun rises Look in the mirror there's no surprises Things ain't what they used to be Cary Grant's on L.S.D. If I only had time I'd think of

Why do I phone you up Why do I make a fuss Tell me why, tell me why I never really thought That it could be the two of us Tell me why, tell me why You

One by one we walk through the door At sixes and sevens with you Is it three o'clock or 4 a.m. I don't know what to do My situation's in decline My life

I feel the pressure's on and something's going wrong I don't know what's going on I'm just another mother's poor boy's son I feel pressure, pressure These

Those days are over, those days are over Those days are over, those days are over Nothing ever happens come what may And snow never falls on Christmas