will never end, it's possible, you see. So I'll store them away in my memory chest just for me Every letter that you write to me I'll store in my memory chest. Oh Tammi, so I can look back and read the
The world is just a great big onion. And pain and fear are the spices that make you cry. Oh, baby, and the only way to get rid of this great big onion. Is to plant love seeds until it dies, uh-huh