Teksty: Mother Hips. Green Hills Of Earth. Pull Us All Together.

One good thing the bad things do is pull us all together.
A shoulder blade to cry onto, pull us all together.
A friend is one who comes around when all your bros just can't be found.
Try not to hate me.
Love me in my faults.
Don't you ever underrate me 'cause I'm touching nothing at all.
The smashing of a pretty pearl.
The murder of a well-liked girl.
Try not to hate me.
Love me in my faults.
Don't you underestimate the power of pulling together