How does he do it? how do they do it? uncanny and immutable. This is such a happening tailpipe of a party. Like sugar, the guests are so refined, (look like melting mice)
A confidence man, but why so beleagued? He's not a leader, he's a texas leaguer Swinging for the fence, got lucky with a strike Drilling for fear, makes the job simple Born on third, thinks he got a triple
Blackout weaves it's way through the cities Blackout weaves it's way through the cities Blackout weaves it's way,...
I remember when you sang That song about today Now it's tomorrow and Everything has changed
A think tank of aloof multiplication A nicotine wish and a colossus decanter Retrenchment and foolishness What's the buckos? The raves have not a clue The immenseness of suffering And the odd negotiation, a rarity With onionskin plausibility of life, And a keyboard reaffirmation
Blackout weaves it's way through the cities Blackout weaves it's way through the cities Blackout weaves it's way,...
I remember when you sang That song about today Now it's tomorrow and Everything has changed
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