toll on me.(Its toll on me) And I will never forget, no I will never pretend. It ment nothing to me. All of this has to end, All of this has to end.
upon the warm sands Have taken from their own lands The echo of their story But all I hear are low sounds As pillow words are weaving And willow waves are
upon the warm sands have taken from their own lands the echo of their story but all I hear are low sounds as pillow words are weaving and willow waves are
witch'all pencil dicks Ain't this some shit? Every time we step inside the club y'all tryna guess Which one of us gon' snatch your bitch And leave you strokin' all
from number one Bimini Road In the Emerald City, downtown Atlantis, on W E F U N K We funk, we funk and we funk And we wiggle and we funk, oh Mr. Wiggles
That which creates life Has power to take it right back Fucking with the icecaps We gotta push the tide back We can survive, collapse if we don't get
with every breath we end up falling short And in the endless circle of fire we are caught A distant memory of the way things were before Is this a poison
me, can someone say when The writer of this story will just tell us how it all will end? And somewhere on this night there's a wave on the ocean That
from this state of mind My sins so unoriginal they cannot be forgiven An overwhelming sense of doubt from me all hope has driven. Ships at night we pass
Just to you What kind of people do you think we are? Another joker who's a rock 'n' roll star for you Just for you The fateful image of another man The endless ocean
We ran like the river What else did we know? One day we'll reach a great ocean At the end of a pale afternoon And the dogs are all worn out
time I think of what we've got All I do is smile Cause the beginning to the end of time Compared to this is a little while I've heard raindrops'll turn into oceans And oceans
of this burning town There's poison in the water, the ocean's blood that turned to slime and gotten hard all the fish and whales are corpses on the scab
of this burning town There's poison in the water, the ocean's blood has turned to slime and gotten hard All the fish and whales are corpses on the scab
Here are William Shakespeare's thoughts on this earthly visit. this song occurs towards the end of his romance play Cymbeline, which was written near the end
