I'm of to work again. There goes Mario Andreddy. She's a real believer. In getting there first everytime. . The first shall be the last. And the last shall be the first.
The poised tongues on easy street. Are shifting and delivering. The insidous snakes, the hackers and the meat. Are counting out the face of things. . I know when you bring back sweet Dougy's car.
Even when you're lifted by the lie. Heaven sent and gifted-ask them why. Never give it all up-never try. All their hearts are breaking. . Unspirited. The less than life you live.
I am flying. Could choose to like it. Floating over everything. Could choose to fall. . I am united with crow. Highbrow wherever we go. And when you break down.
In a world you think you understand. stay put and tune to another plan(et?). It's up to you to stay put. the shoe is on the other foot. Driven to the fields.
As the icy breeze is shattered. By speaking to us warmly. To the nation of duress. And God yes, it's a mess. . We know this and that. The romantic soul for us.
I celebrate. Far too - but not exceeding my potential. Risking injury - this is music for people 1, 000 years old. Slapping salt on soldier boy, his guts in his cupped hands.
I wanna keep you happy. I wanna teach you right from wrong. I wanna keep you near me. Here in a place where you belong. . I won't hit you. I won't hurt you.
a limping desire. a thriller's wink. . painted lips on a sea shell. hear it crying. gazing at the harbor. . yeah, a crawling desire. it's the last stop.
Once she was down and she opened. A crate of secrets darker than she. Underwater explosions. Curtains rippling obviously. . She can breathe. Since I've been tired, she can breathe.
Good morning finger. Approximate a plan. To sell another t shirt. So how's your head hurt. And what's to understand. Of elevated teachers. You like a metal fan.
And he looked over the town. And he stood and he gazed at the people (people). And they were walking around. And he stood and he gazed at all of the people (people).
I believe I can't behave. I behave like Uncle Dave. I've got one foot in the grave. Thanks a lot to Uncle Dave. . Chorus: Uncle Dave. Raise your hand.
A child did rumble, went kicking loud trash. A ghost girl and a bulldog are whittling myflash. In the kitchen of birds sits a wicked child's cat. But the unbated vicar of scorched earth knows that.
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Birds loop above ahead of time. We've been marked as a threat. There's no logic for my trail. Will i see some rest?. If i never walk again. All that's occured so worthless.
I want... to tell. If I am or am not myself. It's hard... to know. How far or if it all could go. Waited far... too long. For something I forgot was wrong.
Sometimes these fantasies come true,. and now the whole thing misses me.. Held down by fishing wire and glue,. to be the best we couldn't be.. . Up on the roof with the whole world at our feet....
Darkest deep brown eyes I've seen, angel came into my dream. Like the morning's early light, you freshen all around. . And with all the love you bring unknown delight.