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starts over again
Jessamine Street still means something
Jessamine Street still means something
Jessamine Street still means something
Jessamine Street

In the long boulevards I had been walking through
In fiery sunsets stretched on pink skies
In the scent of the Jessamine, inebriating 

In the passion

I met Jessamine in Cherry Hill
Her dress all done in daffodils
The sticker on her skateboard said, "Speed kills"
And, yeah, it probably did just

the dainty secret of how the glory grows
For the rose, she told me the secret and the jessamine told the rose

Morning glory! Oh what a story to tell
Morning

soothe the souls of men
My love for you may save my soul again
You bloom as jessamine
You bloom as jessamine
I'm tryna let you know
Where y'all going now

Try to conjure up a night 
of jessamine upon the air
I'm 17 and in a car, 
ready to ride anywhere
This summer night sticks to my skin
And the beer's

and all the queer little streets and the pink and blue and yellow houses and the rosegardens and the Jessamine and geraniums and cactuses and Gibraltar

Come slowly  Eden!
Lips unused to Thee 
Bashful  sip thy Jessamines 
As the fainting Bee 

Reaching late his flower,
Round her chamber hums 
Counts

ancient fountain 
And sip thy jessamines.
Hidden garden  forbidden mountain.			
If I leave, with the ringing bell,
this is all I know of heaven and all I

time, boy
Baby Jessamine in his chopping cart

The old hag shouts
I pulverize

I know what it means
I know what you're trying to show to me
Blame me

The jessamine and lavender
It's intoxicating
You've been taken
Everything we lost today
We gave it all away
The time we spent
The the lives we'd hoped to make

me down to Jessamine
I'm on the other side of heaven
I'm on the other side of heaven
From you
It gets so cold in oblivion
Waiting for that morning

a little momma
On the Jessamine County line
She ain't a hoe that's from in the city
She's a blessing in disguise
I just need a little momma
Who's been hiding

the seas

And loblolly pines
And yucca plants in the woods 
And climbing yellow jessamine vines on the trees

On the way to Engelhard, On the way

southern moss and jessamine mate,
Neath the murmuring pines of the Old North State!

Here's to the land where the galax grows,
Where the rhododendron's

Jessamine is such a pretty girl
Living in her world
She's a vision, she's almost supernatural
Flame red hair, skin pale as milk 

Wild freedom