What a game we play in this arena. It's called: "haul your ass, or you'll be eaten." Fill your mouth, don't be shy, have a bite now. He wasn't fast enough
Go down by the shores of hope where love flows and the ocean floats. Go now, and I will meet you there. We'll sing under the cotton candy clouds. Something
picturesque thoughts faded images of an angel hard to tell you what you truly mean when you are just fading away parting ways is just ripping me in
