Do do do do do. Always on time. Do do do do do. Waiting in line Whatever you say. Whatever you say. Whatever you say. Whatever Do do do do do. Soda and lime. Do do do do do. Lemon sunrise Wha
You go, I feel like dropping bombs. Between your eyes but not today. Too slow, I feel like sinking arrows. In your mind, you're all the same You don't have to reveal it. You get trouble concede.
(Middleton). A combination of the two wort ideals that you might have. well don't complain when you just concede, there's nothing left for you. it's sad to think that it's all gone over my head. i
I could not face, I could not face you. Lost my place, couldnt I fade away Feelings hide. Feelings die Cannot wait to trade my place again. You save face when I hang my head in shame Feelings hide.
I creep around slowly and receive from the TV. Signals about my life. I've no dedication to my medication. I'm otherwise occupied An ambitious plan to bring attention to myself. A cerebral hit-man
Honesty is out of style. So hammer in the coffin nails. A message sent across to land. With kisses for you Well tell them nothing. Our little secret. Theyll never make us. Ever open up Tradition
(Powderfinger/Fanning). At quarter to nine. my plus one decides to maker her arrival. i'll say what i like. at the end of the night for social survival. i'll cut you to size. then apoligise and