Lyrics:
first creaky hum
I turn to hear the whistle, O
Lyk night hae daw, ilk freeze hae thaw
and golden light and thistle, O.
Golden light and thistle, O!
On the wall
Reaching out
With everything
In joy
I saw you
Down on the corner
Your white lips
Stuck on thistle
Suck on your lips
It's a sweet smell
Thistles and Daisies
Please don't say maybe
Our Love is as real
As the Sun
And everything it falls on.
Great white smile
Evil in their eyes
Wolves are
No one planned, permitted, perpetrated purpose to the truth
What's your story, what'd you do?
There's a thistle that is sprouting where the wild roses
Rosa blanca
En junio como en enero
Para el amigo sincero
Que me da su mano franca
(I cultivate a white rose
In June and in January
For
to keep up
And spit gas toxic like fucking bleach does
Bleached white buildings stained with the rust
As the rain seeps through and tears the concrete apart
I was thistle weed growing in her garden
Now i'm up writing songs after midnight
Never sleeping cause dreamers don't sleep tight
I hope you're off
on white powder with a dark screen
Slide on my wave like Poseidon
Tsunami style I'm flooding the scene
Bing Bong who is that joe Biden(byron)
Shit switchin
merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as white
droll little mouth was drawn up in a bow
And the beard on his chin was as white as the snow
The stump of a pipe, he held tight in his teeth
like roses, his nose like a cherry
His droll little mouth was drawn up in a bow
And the beard on his chin was as white as the snow
The stump
like a bow
And the beard of his chin
Was a white as the snow
The stump of his pipe
He held tight in his teeth
And the smoke it encircled his head
Like
how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as white
merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as white
And the beard of his chin
Was a white as the snow
The stump of his pipe
He held tight in his teeth
And the smoke it
Encircled his head like a wreath
He had
a bow
And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow
The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath
of his chin was as white as the snow
The stump of a pipe, he held tight in his teeth
And the smoke it circled his head like a wreath
He had a broad
out
This heart with which I live
I do not cultivate thistles nor nettles
I cultivate a white rose
Qultivo la rosa blanca
En junio como en enero
like a bow
And the beard of his chin
Was a white as the snow
The stump of his pipe
He held tight in his teeth
And the smoke it encircled his head
Like
a bow
And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow
The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath
merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as white
I stood in the doorway in my white nightgown
Red roses on cotton, I stood three feet from the ground
the grownups inside used words I didn't know
From the top of the flight
Of the wide, white stairs
Through the rest of my life
Do you wait for me there?
There's a bell in my ears
There's
merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as white
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