me back to life if i can sing then theres no strife no struggle its not meant to be this strife sing wide, sing wide, sing wide, sing wide, sing wide
the ground and I could teach you things The grass is strewn with blades of gold These sights and songs I have been told All hopes, desires that seem to sing Come on little
stick. Because I don?t kill my dogs. Like a certain Michael Vick. I ate at BW3?s, (Buffalo Wild Wings) Now I?m totally full. They give you wings just
top of the flight Of the wide, white stairs Through the rest of my life Do you wait for me there? There's a bell in my ears There's a wide white roar
you hope to fly on those little wings Little wings Little wings Little wings Now I don't want to be a jet airliner I just want to be a little bird I
for such a long time and complains to Drake about her cramped quarters and his unwillingness to shoulder some of the burden. After Drake beats a hasty exit, Ida sings
hey You know what they say about catching the bird But you can't make it sing? You lose the bird the second it loses its wings Just like I reckon you
-lotus Sweetly opens wide But even the most fondly named Rooted and green leaves framed Surely must come to be reclaimed Beyond the great divide Without a voice left to sing
lady on a roger bringin me down i've seen yellow stripes in the middle of the road but ones never quit tht wide pull up your shorts and sing it like the
Down here on the Redneck Riviera A drinkin' beer and singing country songs Chillin' with the motel door wide open Hopin' somethin' good will come along
From the top of the flight Of the wide white stairs Through the rest of my life Do you wait for me there? There's a bell in my ears There's a wide white
too wide and deep for us to even see the play But hey You know what they say about catching the bird But you can't make it sing? You lose the bird the
When I was a little butterfly, I wasn't off to the best start I flew right into a big wet puddle and would not have gotten far Little wings stuck to the
in a long cloud of wings They're headed down your way They'll be there in a couple of days They'll sing that song you loved As they fly above Your resting
operated by Alfred McClock, an eccentric man with a fascination with Civil War weaponery. McClock's chicken farms produces over 140 000 chickens a year and ships wings
the ground and I could teach you things The grass is strewn with blades of gold These sights and songs I have been told All hopes desires that seem to sing Come on little
From the top of the flight Of the wide, white stairs Through the rest of my life Do you wait for me there? There's a bell in my ears There's a wide white
wide and deep for us to even see the play But hey You know what they say about catching the bird But you can't make it sing? You lose the bird the second
