but you might be incouraged This is for the folks hurt on the block with the word See ya playing in the dirt, hoping you can get the bird Steady sippin
some may wish never to be born wastin' the dawn like a rose growin' from the christ's thorn wastin' the dawn been waitin' for you so long little bird
to me. So I nailed my hand to the baseboard floor. Hysterically, Laughing at me, She begged the question and I begged for more. Now I water, The thorn
rose of love; Said the tree to the Nightingale, "Upon this thorn you must impale your heart, And then the blood will turn this white rose red;" All night, the little bird
saw myself to lose Ruined love is built anew On thorns rose stand Two mourning eyes thy face Bashful dreams, my soul is fled where late sweet birds sand
decline, Enshrined in downing deep The mourn abandoned plains, Laid down in sombre sleep Misty shades engulf the sky Like past, worn memories The bird
teeth I recall the sun in our faces Stuck and leaning on graces And being strangers to change The radio and the bones we found frozen All the thorns
set our wings on fire This you-and-I thing's bound to die Tell me whatever happened to our bed of roses And why it turned into a bed of thorns I'm the bird
crave for more Sometimes you wish that you'd never been born Tormenting came with a crown full of thorns You're chasing the dragon You're chasing the high A bird
her charm. My winqs on my arm. Now we flyiin ova chicken heads shittin on ya farm. Like sittin on ya thorn. Like sittin on a thorn. We stickin to ya ass
Just give him reality So the bear was sitting in his cage And the lion looked at him with rage He said "I don't want to look at you today." "The birds
I'll strip the world that you must live in Of all its godforsaken greed I'll ply the tar out of your feathers I'll pluck the thorns out of your feet You
on? What's goin' on? What's goin' on? I'm just holdin' on What's goin' on? What's goin' Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo If you could soar the sky like a bird Would
for more Sometimes, you wish that you'd never been born Tormenting came with a crown full of thorns You're chasing the dragon, you're chasing the high A bird
The Twittering Of Dead Phantom Birds In The Dead Roses Through The Steadfastness Of Centuries Growing Up Are The Dead Stalks... Steel Of Thorns, Ice
me with fall of joy All days could be a summer like a magic night to the seashore with you and the favorable wind to reel your hair Birds transport cheerful
can I can wait to believe Open your eyes and live Live to the moon Confessing eveytging I feel And everything I need from you Corrupting my reality And like a bird
I'll strip the world that you must live in Of all it's God forsaken greed I'll ply the tar out of your feathers I'll pluck the thorns out of your feet
