its ok, I got pantsed too in high school Thats definitely something, once you must go through RawrrGirrX3 its great you played the violin High school
though her eyes are fixed upon Noah's great rainbow She spend her time peeking Into Desolation Row Einstein disguised as Robin Hood with his memories
call. When sunny gets blue She breathes a sigh of sadness Like the wind that stirs the trees Wind that sets the leaves to swaying Like some violins are
blue... when Sunny gets blue, She breathes a sigh of sadness, like the wind that stirs the trees. Winds that sets the leaves a-swayin', Like those violins
play me a blue song and fade down the light I'm sad as a proud man can be sad tonight Just let me dream on, oh just let me sway While the sweet violins
too I've a sadness too sad to be true Well I left Tennessee in a hurry, dear The same way that I'm leaving you But love is mainly just memories And everyone
though her eyes are fixed upon Noah's great rainbow She spends her time peeking Into Desolation Row Einstein, disguised as Robin Hood With his memories
ride upon the froth The human dreamt of taking off Eventually, time corrodes the brain to rust And all those dreams into diamond dust Just listen... Violins
can't deny it Can't deny the raining Catch my tears falling... And sip of me, and drink of me, at last As if you didn't know, me, memory, to tame I should
Compliment what she does Send her roses just because If it's violins she loves Let them play Dedicate her favourite song And hold her closer all night
it This HQ is alive and alone No driveway no sign of a home No dial tone, no line for the phone No "World's Tiniest Violin Song." And I might just lie
-scented wine You think your love is all I crave Well I've got better things to do than be your slave When you first asked me, I heard those violins
Of your ancestors memory By craftsmen restored In twisted shape Only the Maledicted Ears Can ever hear the illusions Of Breathing Kill the violins metal
Estranged The bliss of a young man smoothly slivered in an instant Obscured memories puncture through an opaque blindfold Eyelids carved swiftly with
sing along While rows of robot symphonies read on Is that the way you wanted it played Manuscripted memories Sound with no electricity Concentration line on the face of serious music Manuscripted memories
sarge Who can't go back to war 'Cause the hippies tore down everything that he was fighting for. Or the lovers on the blankets That the city turned to whores With memories
I just don't know what to do tonight, My head is aching as I drink and breathe Memory falls like cream in my bones, moving on my own. There must be something
whisper, my final call Slowly marching... towards The death, such a relief Uncloud the sky for me Violins playing at my funeral Will you remember me after all? Memories