(Greg) Won't you try to come down They all said they'd be here You know you've been to every gathering Stretching out the years You haven't said anything
Gold sun rolls around Chocolate nipple brown Tumble from your arms Like the ground, your breasts swell Land awake from sleep Hares will kick and leap
Hear the bells ringing, they're singing That You can be born again Here the bells ringing, they're singing Christ is risen from the dead The angel up
Planned down to the last detail, this one job that couldn't fail. Broke in on the night before, one guard no trouble to the four. Seven million on that
Gretta's in the corner but she's miles away Mary's coaxing Adam to stare time in the face And me and Joey Carpenter are listening to the naked miner Talking
You're bringing me back to life You're bringing me back to life You're bringing me back to life You're bringing me back to life You're bringing me back
Is all that we've become, Just nothing but hats and bags We're waiting for taxi cabs So you light cigarettes And i'm taking drags In the air, a sea
Racing into town Bicycles in line In your raid In your raid I was Crazy inner feeling flows in here I'm a child sweet liberty Heaven knows you thrilled
Il pleut du tonnerre j'allume une chandelle avec des eclairs les prairies t'amusent et toi, t'es ma muse oh,oh, I love you so as-tu un gros rhume? prends
Hear the bells ringing, they're singing that you can be born again Here the bells ringing, they're singing Christ is risen from the dead The angels up
Down, deep down, I'm down, down down, Down, deep down, I'm down, way down Easter woman came today, And took away my wife, Took her through an open
Requiem aeternam dona eis Domine et lux perpetua luceat eis te decet hymnus deus in Sion et tibi reddetur votum in Jerusalem exaudi orationem meam ad
Gold sun rolls around Chocolate nipple brown Tumble from your arms Like the ground your breasts swell Land awake from sleep Hares will kick and leap Flowers
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