Song | Mansions |
Artist | The Mamas & the Papas |
Album | All The Leaves Are Brown |
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Sitting in our mansion, | |
Guarded by expansion, | |
Questioning our motives and our means; | |
Wondering why this isn抰 like the dream. | |
Walls of wealth surround us; | |
People cannot hound us. | |
A gentle Spanish lady cooks our meals, | |
But we never ask her how she feels. | |
Limousines and laughter, | |
Parties everafter. | |
If you play the game, you pay the price--- | |
Purchasing a piece of paradise. | |
Changes...changing... | |
Fog and rain... | |
((?) and trains...) | |
Londontown抯 the same... | |
(On the road again....) | |
Borrowing (?) from friends... | |
(Dirges and pain...) | |
Circles have... | |
(Circles have...) | |
No end. | |
Paris and Rome--- | |
Making their scene, | |
But missing our own. | |
Beatles and Stones--- | |
Then on the phone | |
And come back home. | |
Changes...changing... | |
Nothing left to bind us; | |
People cannot find us. | |
You live your life a | |
And live it as you please. | |
(Please, please, please) | |
Live your life exactly as you please. | |
(Please, please, please) | |
Live your life and live it as you please | |
(Please, please, please). | |
Live your life exactly as you please | |
(Please, please, please) | |
Please, live your life just as you please. |
Sitting in our mansion, | |
Guarded by expansion, | |
Questioning our motives and our means | |
Wondering why this isn yang like the dream. | |
Walls of wealth surround us | |
People cannot hound us. | |
A gentle Spanish lady cooks our meals, | |
But we never ask her how she feels. | |
Limousines and laughter, | |
Parties everafter. | |
If you play the game, you pay the price | |
Purchasing a piece of paradise. | |
Changes... changing... | |
Fog and rain... | |
? and trains... | |
Londontown zha the same... | |
On the road again.... | |
Borrowing ? from friends... | |
Dirges and pain... | |
Circles have... | |
Circles have... | |
No end. | |
Paris and Rome | |
Making their scene, | |
But missing our own. | |
Beatles and Stones | |
Then on the phone | |
And come back home. | |
Changes... changing... | |
Nothing left to bind us | |
People cannot find us. | |
You live your life a | |
And live it as you please. | |
Please, please, please | |
Live your life exactly as you please. | |
Please, please, please | |
Live your life and live it as you please | |
Please, please, please. | |
Live your life exactly as you please | |
Please, please, please | |
Please, live your life just as you please. |
Sitting in our mansion, | |
Guarded by expansion, | |
Questioning our motives and our means | |
Wondering why this isn yāng like the dream. | |
Walls of wealth surround us | |
People cannot hound us. | |
A gentle Spanish lady cooks our meals, | |
But we never ask her how she feels. | |
Limousines and laughter, | |
Parties everafter. | |
If you play the game, you pay the price | |
Purchasing a piece of paradise. | |
Changes... changing... | |
Fog and rain... | |
? and trains... | |
Londontown zhā the same... | |
On the road again.... | |
Borrowing ? from friends... | |
Dirges and pain... | |
Circles have... | |
Circles have... | |
No end. | |
Paris and Rome | |
Making their scene, | |
But missing our own. | |
Beatles and Stones | |
Then on the phone | |
And come back home. | |
Changes... changing... | |
Nothing left to bind us | |
People cannot find us. | |
You live your life a | |
And live it as you please. | |
Please, please, please | |
Live your life exactly as you please. | |
Please, please, please | |
Live your life and live it as you please | |
Please, please, please. | |
Live your life exactly as you please | |
Please, please, please | |
Please, live your life just as you please. |