Lyrics:
hurts
From your fishnets up to your skirt
I was too shy, you made it work
I wanted to die, you spoke to me first
Others stood by, my face in the dirt
You
Painter take your picture off the wall
You did not portray what happened there at all
Yes I know you are a master and you're known by your brush
But
over to the other side
To rest in peace and never die again
And to be with long gone friends
[Andy]
There is no pain as Abigail is eaten by
Sittin' by the fire...
Radio just played a little classical music for you kids,
The march of the wooden soldiers
And you can hear Jack say
Sweet Jane,
Turned Barney's ancestors into carbon back pressure
In the dummies guide to becoming smarter crash testers
I'm not easily blarneyed by artisan crayon
glory
To forget
At once
The base Lenore
Quoth the raven, "nevermore."
"Prophet," said I, "thing of evil
Prophet still, if bird or devil
By that
And when, when they come home from work
Ooh, sittin' down by the fire, oh
The radio does play
The classical music there, Jim
"The March of the Wooden
And when, when they come home from work
Ooh, sittin' down by the fire, oh
The radio does play
The classical music there, Jim
"The March of the Wooden
and other remnants of something that used to be alive
Old forests like cemeteries
With stumps for headstones
And the birds are left to be built over
If we didn't have these fences between us, there'd be no reason to fix them, you know
No space between us
Sick of mending other people's fences
I
will not be long 'til I’m held in your arms
As the song birds they fly, the time will go by, the time will go by, our love shall not die
As the song
my middle name, it would fit his ass
In a world where the music scene is planned and paid for
I'm covered up, but not on a cover song
I'm the other
sounding names
Canvas hoisted higher, hand over fist in vain,
Nautical maps approved by committee
And their one size fits all attitude to individual ability
the button on the phone and after a short wait
I’ll come by and we’ll get high
And your day will elevate
I’ll come by and we’ll get high
Like two birds
the button on the phone and after a short wait
I’ll come by and we’ll get high
And your day will elevate
I’ll come by and we’ll get high
Like two birds
feared him
And he thought to himself
If only I could be a bird now
I could be a bird and mingle with them
And speak their language and tell
Them not to be
What's that in the sky ain't no bird or a plane
With the lyrics on this one I'm bout to start up a flame
When I put the pen to the paper it's like
this song
And by all that I have done wrong
I will make it all up to thee.
I saw a beggar leaning on his wooden crutch,
He said to me, "You must not
But I swear
By this song
And by all that I have done wrong
I will make it all
Up to thee
I saw a beggar
Leaning on his wooden crutch
He said
this song
And by all that I have done wrong
I will make it all up to thee.
I saw a beggar leaning on his wooden crutch,
He said to me, "You must not
this song
And by all that I have done wrong
I will make it all up to thee.
I saw a beggar leaning on his wooden crutch,
He said to me, "You must not
this song
And by all that I have done wrong
I will make it all up to thee.
I saw a beggar leaning on his wooden crutch,
He said to me, "You must not
this song
And by all that I have done wrong
I will make it all up to thee.
I saw a beggar leaning on his wooden crutch,
He said to me, "You must not
this song
And by all that I have done wrong
I will make it all up to thee.
I saw a beggar leaning on his wooden crutch,
He said to me, "You must not
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