You better find your way out, you better learn how to run You better walk away, and leave the angles for the shills Well Ive been thinking for days about the means and the ways that I could hate all I touch I know youre my lady but I could trickle, I could flood A voice coach taught me to sing, he couldnt teach me to love All the above Easy talkin border blockin transport is arranged Praise the grammar police, set me up with your niece Walk to Baltimore, and keep the language off the street Well Im of several minds, I am the worst of my kind I wanna cremate the crutch I know youre my lady but phone calls could corrupt the morning I heed the surgeons warning -- pillars of eights I swung my fiery sword, I vent my spleen at the lord He is abstract and bored -- too much milk and honey Well Ill waltz through the wilderness with nothing but a compass and a canteen Settin the scenes Easy walkin border blockin transport is arranged youtube/watch?v=oqi4l__r0Hs
Posted on: Sun, 28 Sep 2014 17:03:31 +0000
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