Lyrics:
romance)
Heartbreak suzie don't you waste my time
(she have me in a fantasy island)
Come booty by booty by booty by booty by booty by booty by hay!
Blues
And there's nothing I can do
I threw out the trash and cleaned the floor
Washed out the house and then I looked for more
I got the Serious 'B'
nothing's better left unsaid
only sometimes, still no doubt
it's hard to see, it all works out
(Meanwhile:)
Alright Thomas?
Don't "alright" me
You Proddy git! My cousin had the
Shit kicked out of him
Last week by a bunch of
You bowler hatted bastards!
then there’s nothing that can’t be done
Let’s get ready to rock
Paul Robert Thomas
nothing you can ask that I won't do, no!
You know it, and I know it
There's no doubt what I'm talking about when I say
Stand by my side, I'll be next
HERSCHEL
When are we?
MORGcN
First you don't know where you are
Not so bizarre, there are many ports
But now you're asking me ‘when'
How did you get so out
can tear us apart
When we are hid in you
There's no way out of your love
What can separate
Separate me from your love
Nothing without you
Nothing
Maybe I'm just filleting
This discussion for nothing, so fuck it
Tuck it, little pussy
Crazy as a bitch
There's something wrong with my atrium
I'm crazy
you're going
Only to realize that
You've waited
Your whole life
(We always believe
I'm sorry I'm starting over)
Out there
Out there
(out there) Out there
have been to a bar too and you could say those are animals too
The people down there.
Encephalopod, summoned by god
Comes out at midnight, stays up til
Contempt for him increased
Brampton went to Corringham
He traveled there with aid
He met the men and women there
With sticks and clubs and blades
Thomas
the arena be cracking by tip off
Cause it’s game time, got the ball passed to my man,
cause I’m a threat, I can score a chick with my hands
Gonna get it in,
ME
Liz has always been there, but the cold shoulder is what she gave me
I locked my door when i got home
My Mom would ask, what i told
I was napping
You be looking F.I.N.E. Yeah
Wishing they were you but they can't keep up the status
Try to hold you down but you out there in the stratus
Nothing but
McKinley, nothing in between
Like Teddy Roosevelt
William Taft's was from his grandma, Howard, fitting, they felt
Woodrow Wilson's was Woodrow, and Thomas
familiarize you with.
The so called weirdos in this country stand as completely freaked out by the normal man as the normal man is completely freaked out by
no more
There's so many false tongues
Sometimes I don't know what I'm living for
So many false tongues
And sometimes I don't know what I'm living for
the blood like I was
The smell of cape jasmine thru the window screen
John R and the Wolfman kept me company
By the light of the radio by my bed
With Thomas
Well the Rugby World Cup is now upon us
And the Leinster lads have packed their bags from Brown Thomas
There’s an air excitement from every fan
Now there's nothing left to break
Yeah, you ripped my heart out
Now all I got is empty space
There's nothing left to break
There's nothing left
now
Something out of nothing that's my background
What I see like the middle of magician is
Cigars sawed in half like my lovely assistant
It go
Do I
cause you know im here for you, theres nothing you can say
(nothing you can say)
[Rachel and Finn:] nothing you can do
(nothing you can do)
never know, so I'll just give until there's nothing else
Yeah, I'll give, give, give
Until there's nothing else
Give my all
Until it all runs out
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