And run up to the village of our love,
'Cause happiness ain't being a swallow,
Our time fades on the ode,
Beware till she's here, smile..
I am reason... the child dies
Don't you worry, I'm your brother,
Page flys hurry children cuddle
Look i've found a beautiful place and the harps of which have grown
the village where we hide our socks and I'll witness your hair grow
And the leaves are golden,
And the trees are colder,
And crouch into a bush like a matyr,
'Cause happiness ain't love and its waitin'
And if it's trouble I'm your brother,
Words are subtle but that's just a concept
Are the hands have come to share...
Streets are powered with people,
While the woods are different than rain from,
'Til we landed our way out,
'Til we literally found a better way out.
May lay the doctor only gets what he wants,
Say so give it to the preacher now...
Melody was hanging from the west wind damn all around,
Your mother said your girl's drunk
Swallow on your wonderwall,
And we'll ride in my buggy,
Takes me across the indian waves and we'll swim with the great whites
But you can still think back to the wild,
'Cause happiness was being a child,
Every boy and I'm your brother,
Memories pushing paint a concept.
I am the reason the child dies
'Til we literally found a better way out,
Bathe near, the doctor only preaches what he wants,
Say so give it to the preacher now,
Melody was hanging from the west wind damn all around,
Your mother said your girl's drunk.
Don't you pray, you don't little baby,
Right and stand and into the ground,
And I won't wait for you in a murial,
If you won't wait for me in a mainland.
I feel so ellusive in Houston,
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