Stuffed man laying in the yard There's a black dog by the car Reverend Wrinkle drinking his tea Lord, can't you see? Yeah Moonlit man got it all in his
Pucker up, buttercup I wanna kiss you one time Pucker up, buttercup I wanna kiss you one time I wanna hug you Buttercup, I wanna show you how You say
I try to stay on top of you To hold your body down Your shaking seems to hinder Every grasp that I had found Moving every inch around you To defuse
I try to stay on top of you To hold your body down Your shaking seems to hinder Every grasp that I had found Moving every inch around you to diffuse
You must have been phlegmatic in stature The gates of thanos are a spread eagle wide You let the shutters make sackcloth and ashes Out of a blind mans
Lucky, you look down, do you notice me? Do you remember the way it used to be? Some summer, much younger, way over the under pass I thought those days
are you from? [incomprehensible] How many years? How many years? Ten years time Two thousand years, two million years, so Bora Bora [incomprehensible
I hold feelings that suspended in space, Today, time is passing by too much Everytime I stare at you, my heart is filled with thoughts but I still can
Chuuchuu lovely munimuni muramura Purin purin boron nururu rerorero Chuuchuu lovely munimuni muramura Purin purin boron nururu rerorero Chuuchuu lovely
Dear Warden wrote a mother, how much longer must I wait Before you send my boy back home to me She little knew the angels had unlocked the prison gates
Yeah, uhh, Darkchild Shawty you can kiss my swagg Hello, hello, hello, mwah Shawty you can kiss my swagg Hello, hello, hello, hello Everybody riding
Where do we go now? I don't know Innocence over, fading fast And it's hard to know what you're thinking When you hide inside your head You're still promising
A Mother wrote a letter asking how much longer must I wait Before you send my boy back home to me For my eyes are growing dim and I'm longing for my Jim
THERE'S A LITTLE BOX OF PINE ON THE 7:29 (George Brown - Dette Lee) « © '58 Shapiro-Bernstein Co » A mother wrote a warning how much longer
just so damn glad, I'm here Isn't everyone? Borateen, tell me what's it all mean? It's bad enough that I'm having to figure it out Borateen, I'm the
(We put pants in your legs) (But may you walk?) For once I could have shared my own skin And make it hard enough to believe And you would, make it hard
We were friends from the start As we played with heart In the dark we made our way Slowly we were makin it day by day But envy caused hate In our whole
Simple words, simple rehersals beautiful mess always regurgence of ? and now im back for more honest means, to simple endings hold in itself, some of
