Out of the tiles (Print the Lyrics) As I walk down the highway all I do is sing this song, And a train that's passin' my way helps the rhythm move along
his silver smile Brushed clean three metal tiles And tiles like parking lots Three miles, it never stops, boy You'll be okay, boy, your silver tiles
Now as I walk down the highway All I do is sing this song And a train that's passin' my way Helps the rhythm move along There is no doubt About the words
As I walk down the highway all I do is sing this song, And a train that's passin' my way helps the rhythm move along. There is no doubt about the words
Welcome to Zug Izland Your very own Zug Izland Welcome Welcome Zug Izland Welcome Welcome Zug Izland Welcome to Zug Izland Your very own Zug Izland
The sky keeps on weeping The sun is sleeping Don't wake the moon The light would show the cracks in her face The earth on its ancient last legs Wobbles
Free me from this prison, just for a while Let me out if only for one night on the tiles From up on the roof I can see the girls so far away I'm going
Black marble tiles Shiny dark eyes Reflections glooming bright We can walk for hours Without knowing where we are In a labyrinth of thought Things get
left his silver smile brushed clean three metal tiles and tiles like parking lots three miles it never stops boy you'll be okay boy your silver tiles
Welcome to Zug Izland... Your very own Zug Izland... Welcome Welcome Zug Izland... Welcome Welcome Zug Izland... Welcome to Zug Izland... Your
[Originally by Led Zeppelin] As I walk down the highway all I do is sing this song, And a train that's passin' my way helps the rhythm move along. There
Years of sameness make us this way Taking the blame's no longer o.k. Over again some never stray Tortured and bland walk hand in hand Routines are all
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Listen to words which come from up front Experience grows with each and every lesson Playing a game, an inquisition Pay attention, find out what you're
Thread the eye Led by an ill frame of mind Judge to justify End results sometimes lie friends and peers Motives unclear - disappear Facing fear and doubt
