Lyrics:
swapper
Secret filmer you didn't necessarily feel
So I don't necessarily feel
Hand wringing, jelly lips more for you, baby
Peaceful fish, meat
Lying dead
the ashes for the truth that shines
No more weeping or wringing of hands
Come with me to the promised land
Close your eyes and we'll go down slow
We're
showed
Her castle walls wherein the restless
Counted carrion crows
She awoke from a fable to mourning
Church bells wringing Her madly from sleep
I'm told his ship got wreck-ed all on the coast of Spain.
When Betsy heard this dreadful news she fell into despair,
In a-wringing of her hands
Pull out the same
And I'm sitting out of this one
The bloated pet, wringing out his own tongue
Stealing tracks that we would have followed out
on your knees
Swim or fly, only please, come back to me
On a mule, in a jet
With your hair in a net
In a towel wringing wet
I don't care, this is where
of violets and sex
Had me harder than a coal train
Had my collar wringing wet
Now I'm gonna crash and burn
But I'm not finished yet
My heart is
I'll drive, I'll drive all night
I'll call your mom
I'll call your mom
Waiting room, no place to stand
Just greatest fears and wringing hands
Hanging upside down
I am wringing out a washcloth waist
Imprisoned in a wedding pigeon body
With a tin can face
I cry into the pages of a Playboy
be
When you come knocking all in tears
Wringing hands and genuflecting
You'll understand that I am a busy man
And my subjects demand my attention
Burning daylight
Speeds up
Midnight
I love
A blessing in disguise
Saw you Crying
Wasn't sure if
You were
Just wringing out your eyes
A spell is cast
wrong
Solo
I hear the singing,
I hear the shout
The talk of meaning
For those in doubt
But amid all the wailing and
The wringing hands
Everybody
was the day that jeanie died
That's the day that young annachie come rolling from the tide
And down came her maidens and they're wringing of their hands
a strange dream
Young Willie lies floating in a watery stream
It was later that morning Willies mother got there
Wringing her hands and tearing her
bar be moaning.
Three corpses lay out on the shining sands
In the morning gleam as the tide went down,
And the women are weeping and wringing their
Drop me down, or cut me loose
The grip is strong on your heartstring noose
I'm wringing out these soaked and sorry sighs
But when I see you lonely
light to the soot you hide away
Someone to give what I got
Leaving the light on to sleep in doubt
Someone to take what I want
Wringing compassion
Ain't good as me, can't pretend
That I feel what they say when they saying it's him
Talk about me and I soak it all in
Them I'm wringing a neck
From
overthrow
You will know when it's time to cheer
A puppeteer wringing deathly woe
You medicate with a turpentine
Or a brew designed to escalate
Your pressure
wringing moments as you clean out your locker
Now on the streets for some higher education
Fifty hopeful letters mean Fifty times no
Don't stop believing
of other lives
Holding so tight
Faintly wringing out a drop of hope
You claim to love her
I see selfish desires
If you're speaking truth just let her go
married was the day that Jeannie died
And the day that young Annachie came home on the tide
And down came her maidens all wringing of their hands
Saying
left
Before there’s nothing left
Before there’s nothing left
Before there’s nothing
Hope is a cancer with a benign name
Wringing out the senses and then
it back, wringing a track dry so that all the
Juice is on the floor slip and hit my nipple on the door
But I can't go to the doc yet so my nipple's
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