Death is just a door, Blake said it first
It's just
I was raised in a Catholic school, learned who to
He tied a feather to the hood for to get
When you're absolute beginners
It's a panoramic view
From her majesty Mount
You were beyond comprehension tonight
But I understood, I understood
If only
Jailbird, jailbird, singing through the wires
'Cause his cage is closed
Well, since time I had a mind, I been lazy
And
Everybody's going out, having fun
I'm a fool for staying home,
This river that we ride has always been alive
Oh, my
Well, the little things you say and do
Make me wanna
Up on the sun, this time tomorrow
Fly, walk or run
I was born on the first day of December
That means
He push a breath of air and He fills every
Wise won't be wise anymore
And mine won't be mine anymore
And
Oh, every night I?m dreaming of you
We?re weaving through a
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