Our room, a hot and big and kick and burn our group
Attack our tacky home
(Im in the lights with him)
I feel Im cheating when I sing shudder
And can I and mourn and tis an arm for us
(Im at home in the lance)
I feel Ive been
(ferdinand and was sad a lot in her house)
(falling over hers)
Feed me youve pretended if I were you
To fall for her for little ferdinand fast kettle
(ferdinand and was sad a lot in her house)
For good for better fred is dead will flee ill feef
Aloof from waft a coffee effort
(Im at home in lance)
Falled on yanks
(ferdinand and was sad a lot in her house)
Forty feet
Forty franks
Fish fate
Fiss fate
Clean fish
Formidiable (x6)
Background:
And it in no one
(and) Ive looked
And it in no one
Free emparted
Perfect sadness and loneliness, perfect rain drop bath, perfect city in perfect concrete, perfect skin and perfect scars, perfect anger and perfect fear. Can’t avoid feeling a little bit intoxicated of 1999 again when I listen to CT... good thing that I become older and cínic (perfect remedy for that).
What they were making at this time has never been equalled until Victorialand. Truly magical that echo reverb Guthrie gets out the guitar. I could listen forever...