The sorest of times Got your thoughts on my mind The faster they come they less I remember The brightest of days You're three states away You squint
The Gulls of the Atlantic Ocean calling my home collect on a telephone, like a family boy locked up for the crimes that he done like a father dies for
Well I know I ain't spoken of love in a coon's age. But i can't help it now. Just helping myself to whatever i can. I chose the softest kind of
Dying bumble bee. Sa ramu sel cumas. Just come back home to me. No the snow, it can't go. No the snow, it can't go. But leave it up to me to chase you
I know there's no hope in holding up this weight. It just won't float. Man, I tried, but the tide. It knows no sides. If that's what's not fair, then
I got magic in my head, magic up my nose, magic coming out my fingers, magic crying out my eyes. I've got magic everywhere I fucking look. I can't fight
Well, I promise there's no truth in that lovely, wooden home you spent your youth. I promise that I won't leave before you dress my arms back up
Me, and my Brother hiking. Me, and my Brother might find a turtle. We'll just have some fun. Me, and my Brother playing with our dog; two mighty men
Chords, and coins, and restless poems end up slander. When my baby is born there will surely be a lasting shore. Listless birds perch in soft, green
One, two, three, yeah! I'm in love with everything I see today. Well, it's bright, and new. Some waves have borrowed all of my pain. For the next few
A drunk, and hungry bear losing his hair, living on a boat right off the coast he said, "Ain't you got nothing else to do? Just look at my head son.
There's A knapsack Rally for the stranger who told of a spider, and a purple toad. The things I heard were wretched and slurred. Oh my ears would be
A son will get sick. A father will watch as life has left from his boy, helpless. Hours still go by, like strangers, quick to close an eye, but dear
Green-leaf dawn implies something sweet in mind. But it's still your fingers in my back pocket. Makes me wonder why I sit here so tall, and why I run
Tercüme: Annuals. Komple Veya Tamamlanıyor.
Tercüme: Annuals. Kardeş.
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