Lirik Lagu Twelve-thirty - The Mama's & The Papa's
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Mama's & Papa's - Twelve-thirty
I used to live in New York City;Everything there was dark and dirty.Outside my window was a steepleWith a clock that always said twelve-thirty.
Young girls are coming to the canyon,And in the mornings I can see them walking.I can no longer keep my blinds drawn,And I can't keep myself from talking.
At first so strange to feel so friendly---To say good morning and really mean it---To feel these changes happening in me,But not to notice till I feel it.
Young girls are coming to the canyon,And in the mornings I can see them walking.I can no longer keep my blinds drawn,And I can't keep myself from talking.
Cloudy waters cast no reflection;Images of beauty lie there stagnant.Vibrations bounce in no direction,And lie there shattered into fragments.
Young girls are coming to the canyon,(Young girls are in the canyon)And in the mornings I can see them walking.(In the mornings I can see them walking)I can no longer keep my blinds drawn,(Can no longer keep my blinds drawn)And I can't keep myself from talking...
I used to live in New York City;Everything there was dark and dirty.Outside my window was a steepleWith a clock that always said twelve-thirty.
Young girls are coming to the canyon,And in the mornings I can see them walking.I can no longer keep my blinds drawn,And I can't keep myself from talking.
At first so strange to feel so friendly---To say good morning and really mean it---To feel these changes happening in me,But not to notice till I feel it.
Young girls are coming to the canyon,And in the mornings I can see them walking.I can no longer keep my blinds drawn,And I can't keep myself from talking.
Cloudy waters cast no reflection;Images of beauty lie there stagnant.Vibrations bounce in no direction,And lie there shattered into fragments.
Young girls are coming to the canyon,(Young girls are in the canyon)And in the mornings I can see them walking.(In the mornings I can see them walking)I can no longer keep my blinds drawn,(Can no longer keep my blinds drawn)And I can't keep myself from talking...
