C I was born on the first day of DecemberG That means the beginning of the end Between the last in the line of an emotional timeC And the patriarchal rash in the wind And I'm overwhelmed at the range of emotion I can ride in some high, lonesome sound I get so low I need a little pick-me-up I get so high I need a bring-me-downF G C I get so high I need a bring-me-down(C) And when I'm high above the sea of loveF With the stars of Leo shiningG C Well, that's a long way to fall into the blueF G But it's just a matter of time until I do, yeah But now I'm under the ground in New York City I miss the water from the wells back home And that's exactly what the papers said would happen If I keep boarding crowded subways alone So I tried to surround myself with real love You know, the kind that make them wheels go 'round I get so low I need a little pick-me-up I get so high I need a bring-me-down Like when I'm high above that sea of love With the stars of Leo shining Well, that's the hardest way to fall into the blue But it's just a matter of time until I do, yeah
Stars Of Leo
M. Ward
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