I have to go I wanna know why Sunday morning skies took a shinin' to ya Sunday morning birds singin' hallelujah Driving back home I sing along to the words in every song
: He was a boy, she was a girl. That's where the story ends. Without a teat they parted ways and now and ever since then they lived happy. Breathing'
: Wise men go tip tip tap step by step. They won't jump they won't stop they won's slip. If you happen to get in ther way just move along. We might
: Roses grow to be food for worms poets love that shit. Microphones keep spitting songs no one seems to need Not so cold in this cold December as Decembers
: every fool that falls falls slightly faster than the apple on the master quietly napping by a tree end everytime he falls he finds some reason, some
