I wonder where you're at Onto better things And you want it now I wonder if you'll ask All the big machines And I'm all done Why do I ask? Out of all
smoky room A smell of wine and cheap perfume For a smile they can share the night It goes on and on and on and on Strangers waiting Up and down the boulevard
Why the world is so big While you hide in the forest You engage with the animals Gathering all around you It's what you wanted all along To the secrets and knowledge
world And with their hands against the wind They lift their chins and hands they use And with their eyes they're asking you And I, am running on the inside And
fake and what is real And I'm just asking if you're just asking Are you talking to me? 'Cause I can't hear a thing but noises Sweet noises Simpler watch all of us And
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you'd save me You disappoint your fathers and your mothers With your faith not lasting I wonder what you'll wonder And soon you'll sing badabadabadada And
the times That got hard and got tough Not enough to break me All I want is to reach out for all of you, all of you It's the simple things that make me, and
and hold) And all along the back of my mind, I am Way too fast This won't, won't last 'Cause I'm way too fast You can't, can't see my mind and I'm Way
was higher right under my smile The longest day of my entire life I was going backwards And if I had known it I would have my stopped my white lies And
Christians Believing in mysteries and their histories Nimble and swift like cheaters We be crumbling divisions with murderous intentions [Drunken Dragon of Zu Manchuz] It's the number one
who are miscible) At the time so enterable and pibital We need to focus on the God and try not to deviate from being spiritual The circle was in the garden and
pick at your brain like The Mentalist Though some bump their gums like a tattle-tale I'm top gun, number one like an alpha male Nightingale fly in the
rat-a-ta-in, understand my lingo, I'm from Albany Afganistan, fuck Chris Cringo and Christopher Columbus, I'll shoot scud missles through his kango and
are miscible) At the time so enterable and pibital We need to focus on the God and try not to deviate from being spiritual The circle was in the garden and
to pick at your brain like The Mentalist Though some bump their gums like a tattle-tale I'm top gun, number one like an alpha male Nightingale fly in
