Me lack s***e in the spirit
The weakday is five stories high
And the deafening different distance
Between the brown bread breakdown
And you
Is a delicate delight
Crush cast
Just imagine your impossible impressions:
Merchant mercy: message
From morning to night
Hey Miss Brown
Object to the oak
You ought to turn the page
Take a peculiar pen and write
Your own instant
If somebody talks to you
Apply for proves
Now
Don't be satisfied with a lack
Everytime you say goodbye
You die a little
Don't take root
Don't retire
Paint the painful page
Otherwise you only ought to track the outline
Review
The weakday is five stories high
And the deafening different distance
Between the brown bread breakdown
And you
Is a delicate delight
Crush cast
Just imagine your impossible impressions:
Merchant mercy: message
From morning to night
Hey Miss Brown
Object to the oak
You ought to turn the page
Take a peculiar pen and write
Your own instant
If somebody talks to you
Apply for proves
Now
Don't be satisfied with a lack
Everytime you say goodbye
You die a little
Don't take root
Don't retire
Paint the painful page
Otherwise you only ought to track the outline
Review