hope no one's listening. Roots down in the wet clay, branches glistening. True disciples carrying that message to colour just a little with their personal
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. And I'm thinking that it's just another day: just another day. Feel that hot rush start its tickle. Sweat is rising, taste buds prickle with ears
: In the shuffling madess of the locomotive breath, runs the all-time loser, headlong to his death. He feels the piston scraping steam breaking
they don't know what they're fighting. Let us close out eyes; outside their lives go on much faster. Oh, we won't give in, we'll keep living in the past
cry. You're going back to be all the things you want to be, while in sweet dreams you softly sigh. You hear my voice is calling to be mine again, live
: Wond'ring aloud how we feel today. Last night sipped the sunset my hands in her hair. We are our own saviours as we start both our hearts beating
: Nothing is easy. Though time gets you worrying my friend, it's o.k. Just take your life easy and stop all that hurrying, be happy my way. When
: Sitting on a park bench eyeing little girls with bad intent. Snot running down his nose greasy fingers smearing shabby clothes. Drying in the cold
: On Preston platform do your soft shoe shuffle dance. Brush away the cigarette ash that's falling down your pants. And you sadly wonder does the
was a schoolboy. And a bearded lady said to me if you start your raving and your misbehaving you'll be sorry. Then the chicken-fancier came to play with
potion Lightly by your velvet elbow While you compose a message on the wall. So punch my name. And in case you wonder - I'll be yours - yours, dot com. With
: In the morning - gonna get my things together. Packing up and I'm leaving this place. I don't believe you'll cry, there'll be a smile upon your face
: When you're falling awake and you take stock of the new day, and you hear your voice croak as you choke on what you need to say, well, don't you
: Have you seen Jack-In-The-Green? With his long tail hanging down. He sits quietly under every tree in the folds of his velvet gown. He drinks from
: Once in Royal David's City stood a lonely cattle shed, where a mother held her baby. You'd do well to remember the things He later said. When you
be a fat man, people would think that I was just good fun. Would rather be a thin man, I am so glad to go on being one. Too much to carry around with
