By Blind Melon, All that I need is the air that I breathe
And
By Blind Melon, Sitting' on the back of my time
Fishing' through the cities
By Blind Melon, I have no fingertips
They were burned away from too many
By Blind Melon, It ain't fair, John Sinclair
In the stir for breathing air
Won't
By Blind Melon, Underlying
Oh, so more important here
Any kind
Oh, what ever shakes a
By Blind Melon, Life Ain't So Shitty
There's a lot that you can be
And
By Blind Melon, All I can say you know my life it's pretty
By Blind Melon, Pull you down now
Knees knelt, I got my arms open
By Blind Melon, How come, girl was there when I needed one
How come,
By Blind Melon, The clothesline of cold eyes
is washing away the face
By Blind Melon, Big stretch, not much sleep
And a big palm trees rubbin'
By Blind Melon, Come down from the ceiling
Oh, these pills were made for
By Blind Melon, Snow flakes rolling over my hair, goose bumping weather
If I'm