you must've crossed... you said... You don't know me, you don't even care, You don't know me, you don't wear my chains... Essential and appealed, carry all
to the ground... and my heade is turning, turning, turning round and round... alie's stomach's churning, churning, like a storm today... and your mother
sofa, When she's laying in her Sunday best, when she's turning over Friday, I could swear I'm sleeping less and less... and the ocean's getting warmer, and
up, take your pills dear, I know this time of year ain't right for you... you came with a sickness, shot down back in Christmas, Kamikaze rain... and