WINE AND GATES
Thing Or Fiend, Your Best Friend Says How...
argued with a murder in the nose
the tooth of prayer, its work to live
is here a can't of your best, those
this is the mordant call for simpler give
she knew ecstacy
he knew persuasion
the times are a changing, and the blood in the sun stays
can't the treasure of union with you, be a reign's occasion
so there the knot of the culture and count of seldom, like in the wind
so that is the calm of this, to make bliss in the reach of war and well, would
so time is a wake of an unknown ship, ready to lie in wait for the land in sin
so tradition took the part of heart to be, the skin of another should
when a blind man sees for the first time, the neglect of teurceness is that great
with a bid for gain in the rain, we tell the truth of unity in vanity
should a heed of heads and the said of can, have the lucre of another sate
or is the heathen in his story, the chance of another sanity
in the end, the dead will tell no tale, except for the grace of life
the brides of wishes and the mention of issues, has come to these
where is our mind, if we think the mercy in the moon, nothing but a knife?
so does cheese, so does a cow, so does a man who ate his peas...
the tooth of prayer, its work to live
is here a can't of your best, those
this is the mordant call for simpler give
she knew ecstacy
he knew persuasion
the times are a changing, and the blood in the sun stays
can't the treasure of union with you, be a reign's occasion
so there the knot of the culture and count of seldom, like in the wind
so that is the calm of this, to make bliss in the reach of war and well, would
so time is a wake of an unknown ship, ready to lie in wait for the land in sin
so tradition took the part of heart to be, the skin of another should
when a blind man sees for the first time, the neglect of teurceness is that great
with a bid for gain in the rain, we tell the truth of unity in vanity
should a heed of heads and the said of can, have the lucre of another sate
or is the heathen in his story, the chance of another sanity
in the end, the dead will tell no tale, except for the grace of life
the brides of wishes and the mention of issues, has come to these
where is our mind, if we think the mercy in the moon, nothing but a knife?
so does cheese, so does a cow, so does a man who ate his peas...
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Thing Or Fiend, Your Best Friend Says How...
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