Texty: Scapegoat. Let Our Violins Be Heard. After Class With Mrs. Brown.

Impertently marked The deign and the weary now govern my exult Govern my heart, my mind, my body, the weight on my soul Making love to her will always be a frictional engrave to sought to not remember Streaming real time Closed screening in wait for what dreams may come, For what dreams often bring A time when what I did was right Before a calm resign between the girl & boy Post mourning the most beautiful of days, weeks, months, years, lives Making love to her will always be a frictional engrave to sought to not remember word on the street is that she?s got a lot of love to give Everything a boy could want in a girl What are the odds of living it again? I?ve got to become one with what I?ve been missing Its long past been you?ll never live it again You want what you lost; you want what you brought to its end Odds, the odds to live it again Odds, what are the odds to live it again? What am I running from lord? I?ve got to find a way back into my mothers womb, That girl meant everything to me, My mother, my lover, my family Over and over again without hesitation I will run So go back to the one you love, What am I running from lord? Wilt as I?ll wilt lord. Making love to her will always be a frictional engrave to sought to not remember word on the street is that she?s got a lot of love to give Everything a boy could want in a girl Its long past been you?ll never live it again