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Guess what you're out of luck, I'm in luck, oh oh
Guess what you're out of luck, I'm in luck, you you
You you don't know what I, do
But, I do it well by

that I turn away your beautiful eyes
I got the world in my headphones
No devil in the details, baby you're fine
We're forever in the friend zone, but if

flowers bloom
The seed we planted has deep roots

You kiss me for the last time
The levees of my eyes almost break
As I
See memories rushing by and by

face my friend
I guess it all depends
How long you've got
And how softs your game
Such a shame
Tired eyes
Silly lies
Curly fires
Watching over NATO spies

Look deep in your eyes
Inhale all your sighs
I won't watch the clock
I'll stay by your side

It's the simple things
Those little things
It's

hands to herself she can’t keep a man for a girl
Left her in a room by herself with main bitch and I came back a hour 
later she all over her eatin her

I live to face another day
No one is surprised
In the end it was as easy as
Opening my eyes
There was nothing to decide

I thought it'd be a bigger

Your voice it calms the waves
And makes the seas stand still
With just a word all creation came to be
Your eyes they blaze like fire
And see straight

And I can feel the momentum
Of the world passing by
Passing by
All the lines speeding right past my eyes
I'm trapped in brick and mortar
They all

Selvacava is breathing
Way down by the riverside
The Few have heard her whisper
They point towards the theatre cry
So, you couldn't leave this time?
Did

followed there tracks to see which way they
preferred to go in October
Over 6 ridges towards the dismembered coast

By the village at the forks (Fish drying

the saddest city lane.
I have passed by the watchman on his beat
And dropped my eyes, unwilling to explain.
I have stood still and stopped the sound of feet

Emptyness inside her words
Heard over the cry of birds

Clothed in pelts of children's skin
Body old and dead within
Eyes like an endless black abyss
Her

don't feel right
Been this way most my life
Told me once, told me twice
It won't change over night
How its' been it aint right
Shit fake, hate playing

paint you a picture in your mind
I would start by
Painting a backdrop of all the good memories in your life
Next I would outline
God's hand on your

In the water
Lost at sea
Burning slightly
Over me

(Life hangs by a thread, it's all a dream)

Torches, more than
Eyes can see
Trembling darkness
In

never so golden
I don't want to be on the Titanic anymore

I understood something, at last, I said, the ground dissolved before my eyes
I don't want to be

and waits for no one here
Plastic Jungles
Over there before my very eyes
Conversations
Between kids and animals around
Everytime
Whispering to
Everything that

the magazines and chips
She flashes me her hazel eyes
Above those ruby lips

I'm barely scraping by
Lord, I'm about to die
Gas station chicken 
gonna help me get

tell you a story my friend about how Karaoke started Pokumon
Started by a man in a Kilt and a Cowboy hat
A Canadian Celtic Cowboy what do you think about

woke up lying on the ground
Frozen in fear without a sound
She walked into the bedroom
And she looked me in the eye
And then she held my hand and said

To cut the feel and finesse
A digression slowing out 
We put him to rest 
Borrowed eyes full of wonder
With no sense of neglect 
Victimised by the times

looking as I roll on by
Got 5 blue bags and 2 wide eyes
And a dolly of dreams cuz our shopping list is growing
We're grabbing everything from a Norden

satisfied
Every single day it's tryna pass you by
Don't let it blow away you better grab this life
I think it's great that you sacrifice
Being grateful is OK