All the things let undone, All the smiles that are gone, All the love you won't know, All the places you won't go.
[Munoz / Munoz] All the things let undone, All the smiles that are gone, All the love you won't know, All the places you won't go.
: [Munoz / Munoz] All the things let undone, All the smiles that are gone, All the love you won't know, All the places you won't go.
As he sobbign realizes That in this land his god is weak And today he's going to die He stumbles out onto an open field Where an old oak tree grows In
old like a withered tree, these days are passing eternally, you won?t ask me to slow it down, blurred emotions in the crown of the kings of speed, and all
Now bite your tongue, this is how the mic gets stung A whole tree to pick some fruit from, man! You had to choose the ripest one [Spawn] That said it all
nothin' but that fire-ya Keep all my hoes cause I'm a liar Neighborhood uh-hotter that a toaster, ridin' MoMo's and I'll roast a deal what's on my old
I was hungry and I was cold, had a father far too old, couldn't make it to the place he'd like to be. In a tree-trunk in the park, he was living
Two ravens in the old oak tree, one for you and one for me Bluebells in the late December, I see signs now all the time The last time we slept together
day we meet, On any old street, And you're in your girlish prime. The short and the tall, Are coming to the ball, I go there all the time. Behind every tree
Tweedle-dee Dum and Tweedle-dee Dee They're throwing knives into the tree Two big bags of dead man's bones Got their noses to the grindstones Living
tree Chop, chop, chop it down When a dead tree fall, does it make a sound Chop, chop, chop it down When a dead tree fall, does it make a sound Chop,
ll need courage like the cowardly lion All this powder I'm buying a could make a brick road And my neck gold's the size of Swizz nose But that's getting old
jam I'm prolly on that deaf I'm prolly on that cam All pink diamonds lookin like spam All white porshe lookin like the clam All white seats lookin like
tree did grow, From faerie magic cast long ago, Therefore we bid you to let it stand, Ill fortune to those who ignore our command. "We who are old, we
and I don't have to read a fuckin magazine or quoteable, to notice What you hoes'll do [Verse 2 - Kuniva] We all soldiers, we move as a unit, we all
Hermod returned and told the gods What Hel had said So messengers were sent to All over the world And all the world wept For their Balder beloved Only one old
