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Third in the Chelsea
by Jorma

Sometimes I like i am leaving life behind
My hands are moving faster than the movement of my
Thoughts and of my dreams are yet unborn
So we go on moving trying to make this image
I hope that I will find them 'fore my moving too worn
every nerve not knowing what we really feel
If only I could live to see the dawning of the

every nerve ending and everybody sees
That what they in the Rolling Stone has really come to be
And trying to avoid a taste of reality

Showed to me a face I didn't at all
On an early New mornin' a mirror in the hall
When I looked into the mouth there was left inside
Lines were drawn a pair of eyes that opened wide

So I walked into the little room and like a sigh
As dawn light closed around me my was still in gear
thoughts of playing more and singing loud and clear
Trying to reach a friend and make that person smile
Maybe myself away from that old lonesome mile

That often to haunt me in the morning
All my friends keep telling me it would be a shame
To up such a grand success and tear apart a name
ain't where it's at and neither's feeling pain

Time is getting late now and the sun is low
But all I is what I feel whenever I'm not playin'
Well now is going to happen now is anybody's guess
If I can't spend my time with love I guess I need a
And sunshine's waiting for me a little further down the roadMy body's getting tired of another's load