Lyrics:
[Big V]
One of them is fat and loud
second one is black and proud
Third one's drunk and wild
fourth one slip and slid
one of them is just shy
Push and pull
Play a fool, do it again under the moon
Seven lessons yet to learn
Learn about you
Break a sweat, burst into tears, I will become your
you've made me cry
(on my last fucking nerve)
Yet I'll call you mine
Just another minute from losing my mind
Oh no
Counting all the seconds
and falling
everyday in the Tower of Song
I said to Leonard Cohen: How lonely does it get?
Leonard Cohen hasn't answered me yet
But I can hear him coughing all
Maybe cause of loose screws
Scratch all that, cause mama loved to pick the tool up
Now a marathon blew up
And it's by the hands of two nuts
When
Seven, six, seven
Might let her hold on for a second more
And this?
What a horrid time to tell her I
Never been better – shit
I never said much so
in it all like a seven year old
I want to wrap you up in a kiss
Under the mistletoe
It’s that time again
Let it shine again
SNOW
From my window I’m
once, make it twice
Hold my breath, close my eyes
Count to 10, get to 5
Is it over yet
Can I reset my head
Forget the things we did
Restart again
Old enough to do my own thang, got me again
Flip my second paycheck to cop me a lid
Went and seen my homie Short Dawg to slide me a track
Went
the motherfuckin' pro
One nigga got pissed
And started reachin' for his shit
Three-fifty-seven on your ass fool
Like I said before, you don't get a second
The access to each Heaven
May be blocked by a very specific kind of emotional shit
Seeking the Seven Heavens at the eleventh hour
The power to acquire
Corner store again
Couple hundred yen
The man at the register knows him by name
Two cups of green tea
And three UCC
Feel like the only things keeping him
miss
I've tried to burn the thought from my mind
Yet it stays
Time and time again
Time and time again
I'd like if I could rewind
To take this in
and the outlooks dim
Just like the sun as the clouds roll in
My heart and skin burned by the wind
Gotta' get up again
I struggle daily to survive
The sand eats
Old enough to do my own thang, got me again
Flip my second paycheck to cop me a lid
Went and seen my homie Short Dawg to slide me a track
Went
in all its forms
This petition was written and signed by Benjamin Franklin
It cannot go ignored.
If this comes to a vote in Congress
What is
knees down on the floor.
“I'm here tonight because I have to say
That you have yet a chance to escape my fate.
Tonight you'll be hunted by three spirits:
To let go of the things we we held so tight
The seasons go and then come back again
Nothing really ends
Shoes left by the old front door
Punch spilled
5, 6, a-5, 6, 7, 8
Bathing beauty, on the beach
Bathing beauty, say hello
What a cutie, what a peach
Bathing beauty, watch her go
(Alright, Meg,
cauterised
By years of useeless heartache
Every shallow nights reaction sounding twisted up and wrong
These last years
Years gone down to the showtime
at the bottom of the stairs right by the caretaker's office,
He started licking the pavement.
Every night now since we moved into that new house
There's this
"Never to go to war with one another again"
". . .Juden. . ."
"This country is at war with Germany."
"December 7, 1941, (the Japanese have
You've seen the first one
You know how it ends
Then in the second
They go at him again
Third one opens with
A wide shot of New York
Smorn emerges
A while ago
I found myself in bloody exhaust grease
London again with an all-consuming urge
To hunt for two rare things: back
Issues of NME rumored
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