ve got the bones on the mast Well I've gone sailin', I've gone sailin' I could leave so easily While friends are calling back to me I said they're They're
not even being about that anymore I gotta get you down those tiny fragments of perfection they please me in a time unchanged when its not the same beginning
've got the bones on the mast Well I've gone sailin', I've gone sailin' I could leave so easily While friends are calling back to me I said they're They're
cut off Getting mad cause you turned or wondering where she shut off Constantly comparing you to someone in my past We don't smile anymore, and we argue
Ladies and Gentlemen! Yes my fine gentlemen friends Okay, we're gonna turn to the chapter in Eyenetics Called Left Pimping Everybody turn to Left Pimping
highway your hair was longer then and now I remember oh the roads unencumbered by cats they're burning like wet matches thru my miracle mile mind you