I heard a rumor that I'm sad Or at least that I feel bad Whoever said that doesn't know I'm pretty sure that I don't know And if a case was made for
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They say you walk around As if a ghost had Crossed your path Or turned into a reading material As it happens to be chosen From the torn or taffeta
Hobbled by the fact That there must be a problem Confident that there's a trace Of honor that we share Lets begin again And lets not try to answer With
And I'd like to see you And I'd like to say That I can't wait To see you today Wheres my little trouble girl? Theres no real trouble girl C'mon c'mon c'mon
The right of callous goes to malice Molder in the grave The scene to witness inner fitness Leaves without a wave To turn about inside the outer Layer
Wearing a halo of mist Glowing pink and purple In the afternoon light A sprawling from a hub Gave way to patches of green The wine colored country
There so much I want to know In every day in every notice The hour it is going slow So how am I to show this And i've got this feeling Something's going
And if I never, Live to see another day I guess that would have to be alright by me see How come we never say what it is that we wannna say Is this
Women help to create the kind of men they despise Misery is often apparent of some affecting touches That were composed under her name Or, the dignity
