In the womb of winter, summer seems a myth In my desperation I throw my faith into the wind Born to a world where it is fine just to fit in From the cradle
When I arrived in my old set of clothes I was half a world away from my home And I was hunted by the wolves and I was heckled by the crows Darlin? do
crows ravaging a field of wheat stars jealous of the moon scarecrows know their own defeat envy and the heart that it consumes today i walked without
Okay, alright, alright Sydney, whenever you feel unhappy All you have to do is call me, I can make you laugh Sydney, I know that you were wrongly accused
So long my misery I don't need you, you've only caused me grief Forgive me if I fall asleep I haven't slept in centuries Daylight lives like a burden
When the sky is falling from above you And the wind is raging from the coast And you want someone who truly loves you I will be the one who loves you
Woke up early this mornin' To a thunder and rainstorm Last night I forgot to close My windows My heart has been broken And my heart has been blown wide
Well, maybe it's the common curse Maybe things get bad before they get worse I don't wanna become someone Who can't live up to what already done Don'
Go if you want to go But I won't follow Just so you know Leave if you want to leave But I won't be here When you come home I'm gonna to move to San Francisco
Dark clouds gather in the afternoon Come together just to cry Seagulls struggling against the wind Falling out of the sky Grandma's gathering aluminum
Mama got to worrying 'Cause her boy left home home in a hurry again Her photograph was fading She keeps a box in a closet for the maid That is where
When I heard the news, my heart fell on the floor I was on a plane on my way to Baltimore In these troubled times it's hard enough as it is My soul has
Your gonna fall apart It's gonna break your heart Your gonna know that you were wrong Down to the boatyard you'll run Like you did at your graduation
I only wanted to be closer to you I thought I had something to prove Instead I fled with my superstition Because you are a woman Now I was a poet since
have a gun! Get outta here! No, seriously, he's aimin' the gun at us (It's only a joke!) [Gun shot noises] No Brett! Brett! Don't shoot! Brett! [Machine
the hay. Just hear me out when I say, Bret, you got it goin' on The ladies get to know your sexuality When they get to know your personality. I said, Bret
not sound like 'Green Day' Trade rags say you're making it Now you're old, you don't give a shit Subconsciously fullfilled prophecy You've become your own nemesis Mr. Brett
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