machines to me. You were numb from the grief and the pain. Your heart is broken;. Blood is dripping from your vanes. And you will never feel the same,. And you will never feel the pain. Like every drop
all the pain and all the suffering. Out there where you fight like hell. He never learned a fix, don't fix a thing. Don't touch him Johnny put too much joy in his vanes. And now you're trying to
fight like hell. He never learned a fix don't fix a thing. Don't touch him. . Johnny put too much in his vanes. And now you're trying to tell me he's gone. I don't believe you. I'm just gonna sit
'Twas quite the inky black night. All the weather vanes were turning. And the constable was burning out his light. . When low our anchors went down, barnacle bound. The men were up and churning
