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Counting Crows - St. Robinson in His Cadillac Dream lyrics
Staring out of his window as the world rushes by Arthur Robinson closes the glass and replies I dream of ballerinas and I don't know why But I've seen Cadillacs sailing. and I was born on the shores of the Chesapeake Bay But Maryland and Virginia have faded away And I keep thinking tomorrow is coming today So I am endlessly waiting And the comet is coming between Me and the girl who could make it all clean Out there in the shadow of the modern machine Walks St. Robinson in his Cadillac dream Well Karri's down in her basement all toe shoes and twin With the girl in the mirror who spins when she spins Where you think you will end up to state that you're in Your reflection approaches and then recedes again But the comet is coming between Me and the girl who could make it all clean Out there in the shadow of the modern machines Walks St. Robinson in his Cadillac dream well I have dreamed of a black car that shimmers and drives Down the length of the evening to the carnival side In a house where regret is a carousel ride We are spinning and spinning and spinning and now There's a hole in the ceiling down through which I fell There is a girl in a basement coming out of her shell There are people who will say that they knew me so well Hey I may not go to heaven but I hope that you go to hell The comet is coming between Me and the girl who could make it all clean and there In the shadows of modern machines Walks St. Robinson in his Cadillac dream In his dream St. Robinson in his dream Some people are never quite what they seem Come on baby, come on darling, come on let's just Get into my car and drive Come on, get into my car and drive She says I always do the same things over and over... |
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