WINE AND GATES
Milky Way And The Wild Mays
thorough to lead
the wink of sublime terror
has a finished race on your forehead
are you a casual cotton wearer?
the truth be told, in fashions guess as a liberty
to cope with the growth of old
this is the image of established identity
thank you, Mr Paradise, we may regret the language of wool
sorrow will be our compatriot and a key
the look of surmiseal to the let, wars and being
tis' the origin of qualities that lip will relieve
thank you, Mr paradise, seeing is believing
stare, with a cotton cloth over your head
this season of wards and hardship, is a metal oft lead
sing with us a resolute indignity to march to and fro, "The sake in the bed"
they have it hard here, thinks Mr. Paradise, the which of the when to sin as said
drink a beer, and you are a stranger
eat sugar, and your lovers are today tomorrow
pull hair, and you are a panic and a danger
smoke a cigarette, and know the wash for borrowed...
where is this going?
riding with a nightmare
what is this doing?
only a heaven may care
so why do it?
the throat of somes at the end of lifes little rainbow
has more to do with a swallow than a good vomit
are you a meet of sincerity enough to know...
the wink of sublime terror
has a finished race on your forehead
are you a casual cotton wearer?
the truth be told, in fashions guess as a liberty
to cope with the growth of old
this is the image of established identity
thank you, Mr Paradise, we may regret the language of wool
sorrow will be our compatriot and a key
the look of surmiseal to the let, wars and being
tis' the origin of qualities that lip will relieve
thank you, Mr paradise, seeing is believing
stare, with a cotton cloth over your head
this season of wards and hardship, is a metal oft lead
sing with us a resolute indignity to march to and fro, "The sake in the bed"
they have it hard here, thinks Mr. Paradise, the which of the when to sin as said
drink a beer, and you are a stranger
eat sugar, and your lovers are today tomorrow
pull hair, and you are a panic and a danger
smoke a cigarette, and know the wash for borrowed...
where is this going?
riding with a nightmare
what is this doing?
only a heaven may care
so why do it?
the throat of somes at the end of lifes little rainbow
has more to do with a swallow than a good vomit
are you a meet of sincerity enough to know...
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Milky Way And The Wild Mays
Milky Way And The Wild Mays