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inside my pocket for some money I could spend
When I met up Daisy Lee, my good old childhood friend
She was messy like a beggar, wond'rin' up and down

pushing thirty
By now I had thought that I'd be pushing daisies
It's homesickness but I don't know where home is
Homeward bound is hard when you're aimless

by the green light
F. Scott Fitzgerald
We'll dance in the moonlight
You'll be my Daisy and I'll be your Gatsby
Tonight
Oh

Watch me how I flick shit
Trick shot, 360 like a skate deck
Big rocks embedded all up in my fuckin' poke decks
Gengar, how I'm always posted by my

full o'sparks half out o'key.

Nights would burn alive by the light of a pool
In a watermelon age of eager could-be-blooms.
To a feast of endless

when all hell breaks loose and the world turns to shit
your gonna need me by your side
because i’m a Redneck

I’m a Red Neck
I got nothing to loose
I’m

skull on the hood of my 76
Daisy dukes painted onto some heavenly hips
I do well in the sticks
Raise hell and get lit
Ya that's it

Side by sides and up

live by their own insights
But when your life goes backwards it's hard to keep up the fight

The daisies thanked her for her admiration innocent

or never by my side

Little daisy, don't be shy
Nobody changes, they just lie
Take your own fate by the hand
It's time to conquer your own land

half out o'key

nights would burn alive by the light of a pool
in a watermelon age of eager could-be-blooms
to a feast of endless sun-blessed afternoons

that shit my bro made it)
East side riding wit me 
All my niggas with me 
Day ones stuck by me 
That's that prophecy  
Dominique just called me 
I jay

watch what I want
I can see them duke boys jump that
Car of theirs from Clarksville to Claremont
And I won't hear a word
About daisy's shirt
You might say

It feels like I'm crazy staring at your face and wanting to be by your side

If I should change the world to your taste girl will it really make you

look)

cye look


He go by the name Benjamin 
I'm gettin money, friends wit' him

Finally fucked this bitch, & I been plottin' 
cin't no accident (ain't

hazy and mixing up my medicines
And I'll be pushing daisies, kidnapped by some crazies
when the story finally finds its end
Powerful paranoia
Leaving

The photograph shows
A girl in a field of poppies
Dinosaur wellington boots
And she brings you a flower
Daphne the hound looks
Up as she passes by

Even though I lost you
I won't let it break me
You can call me crazy
But I do it all for you, Daisy
They took you from me my sweet little bunny
Now I

Daisy, speak to the recorder.
I refuse to forget.
Smooth television reporter helping the fiction spread.
One step lower down the stairwell. Is this

The Gorilla Song

Raffi

Bananaphone

1994

yeah,
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

And if I were a daisy,
Sy sy sy sy sy
Would you still be my baby?
By by by by by
I would pull all my petals

maak jou kruiwa vol daisies as die lente weer kom
Dan huil ons hulle nat met ons trane totdat hulle weer blom (Ma kom lê jou neer hier by die digters)

a daisy-chain would be worth the trouble of getting up and picking the daisies, when suddenly a White Rabbit with pink eyes ran close by her.
'How doth the little

in the air
Open daisies grounding on the trees
We can’t stop the seasons going by
A flower made its way down from the sky

Let’s just hum a song

Tired of living in the ghetto I need me a crib by the bay
Knockin’ em off if he get in the way
Switchin’ them states they can’t know where I lay

you will see.
Been followed by those eyes
Empty, staring at me
No matter how much they see,
There are daisies around me.
"Nothing's wrong"
I sing along