Provided to YouTube by Stem Disintermedia Inc. Send Me The Pillow You Dream On · Johnny Tillotson Greatest Hits – Original Recordings ℗ 1958 Cadence Records Released on: 1958-01-01 Writer: Hank Locklin Auto-generated by YouTube.
Found the truth beneath your lies And true love never has to hide (True love never has to hide) I’ll trade your broken wings for mine (Trade your broken wings for mine) I’ve seen your scars and kissed your crime (Seen your scars and kissed your crime)
So many people that I know, they just tryna touch ya Kiss up, and rub up, and feel up Kiss up, and rub up, and feel up on ya Give you some time to prove that I can trust you again I’m gonna kiss up, and rub up, and feel up Kiss up, and rub up, and feel up on ya
All night long Love, all night long Sweet love, all night long Sweet love, all night long All I wanna, ain’t no other We together, I remember Sweet love, all night long
Our love was stronger than your pride Beyond your darkness, I’m your light, oh If you get deep, you touch my mind (If you get deep, you touch my mind) Baptize your tears and dry your eyes (Baptize your tears and dry your eyes)
So many people I know that they just tryna touch ya Kiss up, and rub up, and feel up Kiss up, and rub up, and feel up on ya Give you some time to prove that I can trust you again I’m gonna kiss up, and rub up, and feel up Kiss up, and rub up, and feel up on ya
All night long Love, all night long Sweet love, all night long Sweet love, all night long All I wanna, ain’t no other We together, I remember Sweet love, all night long
They say true love’s the greatest weapon To win the war caused by pain (pain) But every diamond has imperfections But my love’s too pure to watch it chip away (chip a-, chip a-, chip away) Boy, nothing real can be threatened True love breathes salvation back into me With every tear came redemption And my torturer became my remedy
So many people I know that they just tryna touch ya Kiss up, and rub up, and feel up Kiss up, and rub up, and feel up on ya Give you some time to prove that I can trust you again I’m gonna kiss up, and rub up, and feel up Kiss up, and rub up, and feel up on ya
All night long Love, all night long Sweet love, all night long Sweet love, all night long All I wanna, ain’t no other We together, I remember Sweet love, all night long
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these are the reasons I drink the reasons I tell everybody I’m fine even though I am not these are the reasons I overdo it I have been working since I can remember since I was single digits And now even though I’ve been busted I don’t where to draw the line ‘cause the groove has gotten so deep And nothing can give reprieve like they do Nothing can give a break for this soldier like they do Here we are i feel such rapture and the comfort is so strong Ohhhh one more hit it feels so helpful in my need for respite ohhhh Ohhhhhhh ohhhhhhhhhh And here are the reasons I eat Reasons I feel everything so deeply when I’m not medicated So that’s it I am buying a lamborghini to make up for these habits to survive this sick industry And nothing can give reprieve like they do Nothing can give me a break from this torture like they do Here we are i feel such rapture and the comfort is so strong Ohhhh one more sip It feels so helpful in my need for some long overdue respite Ohhhhhhh ohhhhhhhhhh these are the reasons I don’t even think I would quit These are the reasons I can’t even see straight And these are the ones whom I know it so deeply affects and I am left wondering how I would I function without it Here we are i feel such rapture and the comfort is so strong Ohhhh one more rip I go from one lilypad to another to stay lit ohhhhhh Ohhhhhhh ohhhhhhhhhh
On Raglan Road on an autumn day I saw her first and knew That her dark hair would weave a snare that I might one day rue; I saw the danger, yet I passed along the enchanted way, And I said, let grief be a fallen leaf at the dawning of the day.
On Grafton Street in November we tripped lightly along the ledge Of the deep ravine where can be seen the worth of passion’s pledge, The Queen of Hearts still making tarts and I not making hay Oh I loved too much and by such by such is happiness thrown away.
I gave her gifts of the mind I gave her the secret sign that’s known To the artists who have known the true gods of sound and stone And word and tint without stint for I gave her poems to say. With her own name there and her own dark hair like clouds over fields of May
On a quiet street where old ghosts meet I see her walking now Away from me so hurriedly my reason must allow That I had loved not as I should a creature made of clay When the angel woos the clay he’d lose his wings at the dawn of day.