With a pet at my side
God in the sky
Snow falling
From distant star to this here bar
The me, the you,
She's my fave, undressing in the sun
Return to sea, bye,
Now the sun is burning in deepest space
That's the way
There is this old woman, she lives down the road
You
Betty always knows
Betty always tells
She's laughing desperately
She said it fe
They're going higher
Wind is whistling on the barbs
Your head's a
Havalina, Havalina, Havalina, Havalina
Walking in the breeze on the plains
I know you're rich in
Good clothes and little things
Your mind
Your mouth's a mile away
Your mouth's a mile away
Your mouth's
They got a ranch they call
Number Fifty-One
They got a ranch
Hold my head, we'll trampoline
Finally through the roof onto somewhere
I live cement, I hate this street
Give dirt to me,
Her head is in a bitter way
Her brain's on fire
She's
One, two, three
She's a real left winger 'cause she's been
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