3,3,3, is the magic 3,3,3, is the magic 3,3,3, is the magic number 3. it's a magic number Yes, it is It's the magic number Because 2 times 3 is 6 And
A farmer and a teacher, a hooker and a preacher Ridin' on a midnight bus bound for Mexico One was headin' for vacation, one for higher education And two
Three fingers on a swollen hand beside a dented garbage can a blind man staring at something only he can see I spotted him like night sky plotted and
The Cryptic Corporation presents "God in Three Persons" Written, produced and peformed by the Residents With guest vocals by song stylist Laurie Amat
1, 2, 3 Not only you and me Got one eighty degrees And I'm caught in between Countin' 1, 2, 3 Peter, Paul & Mary Gettin' down with 3P Everybody loves ***
I'm caught up in the middle Jumping through the riddle I'm falling just a little tonight, uh uh 'Cause everybody's making trouble Someone's burst their
We three kings of Orient are Bearing gifts we traverse afar Field and fountain, moor and mountain Following yonder star Oh, oh, star of wonder, star
Three's my lucky number And fortune comes in threes But I wish I knew that number That even little children seem to see Oh, I'm missing everything I
Every Sunday I will go down to the bar And leave him the guitar You say you want me I want another Say you dream of me Dream of your brother Oh, the
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1st time I let you back inside Everybody gets another chance 2nd time my mama replied Said, "You gotta let him be a man" 3rd time I had it with your
I'm not supposed to be scared of anything but I don't know where I am I wish that I could move but I'm exhausted and nobody understands I'm tryin' hard
It's down to this I've got to make this life make sense Can anyone do what I've done I missed life I missed the colors of the world Can anyone go where
Beyond the boundaries of your city's lights Stand the heroes waiting for your cries So many times you did not bring this on yourself When the moment finally
I woke up today in London As the plane was touching down And all I could think about was Monday And maybe I?d be back around If this keeps me away much
Living risky never scared One closer to the edge Nothing valued think no fear Always wondering why you are here, All your purpuses are gone Nothing
Seven days, underpaid, gotta give it up Got no time for this life that I'm livin' up Shackled down, kicked around now slave to the grind Need some time
He spends his nights in California Watching the stars on the big screen And then he lies awake and he wonders Why can?t that be me? 'Cause in his life