About my people in a rocket. Now I’m only on a solid meditation. Actually I’m trying to work up a burp but I don’t wanna do it on a radio. Okay. This song, uh, this is a newest song, uh, it’s actually a lullaby I wrote for my mother. You can dig that out. It’s called “Rosalinda” *cough!*
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Oh, Rosalinda, why do you cry? Oh, Rosalinda, could this be why?
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Now that there's nothing left 2 do, now that the children have all grown
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All all you have is just a cat and a silent telephone
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Oh, Rosalinda, why do you weep? Oh, Rosalinda, alone you sleep.
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But the neighbours turn away, what will it take for them to learn?
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That all you want is to love and to be loved in return
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Mm-hmm-hmm-hmm-hmm-mmm-mmm, mm-mm-mm-mm-mm
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Mm-hmm-hmm-hmm-hmm-mmm-mmm, mm-mm-mm-mm-mm
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Oh, Rosalinda, we've gone away, oh, Rosalinda, still you stay.
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Being what you've always been and doing what you've always done.
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How can we give you back the time U gave to us when U were young?
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Oh, Rosalinda, turn out the light, oh, Rosalinda, say goodnight.
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Now that the children have all grown, now that we've all gone away.
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Now that you're sitting at your home without a word to say.
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Mm-hmm-hmm-hmm-hmm-mmm-mmm, mm-mm-mm-mm-mm
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Mm-hmm-hmm-hmm-hmm-mmm-mmm, mm-mm-mm-mm-mm
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Thank you.
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Rosalinda
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| Billy Joel |
