WINE AND GATES
Time To Have, Time To Gave; Turn And Save
shall we stake a memory
at the table before us, the town of surprise
and the aching done in a valor's history
where the mind to use the here and now, is a sordid wise?
panic panic, little john
the marriage of senses in the plain
is to future wishes, the demon of on
is to collect his fortune, in the more of any
sweeter than truth, we see the spaces
of virtue between your needs, the adding
for the honor of savages with no place to go, hatred
for a simple line in the sky, to find a smile and a frank fading
panic panic, little john
the carriage of lands end, and a speed to heir
is about it, the crescendo in seeds of gone
and done it, to have and to might, light as a feather
compare the sight, younger than I
the myriad to befriend the head and the shoulders of yours
is a wage in the sun, to finalize the sourness of a climb
myths and the lips of heaven to form, we keep the sanity of tours
panic panic, little john
the sharing of dread devices and heap of known cloth, is for us
to whistle, epistle, and risks that come
odd, the selection of yours, the waiting sides of cream and dust
misery knows you, how and the now in method to kick
the senses to approve for a sorry regret, is nowhere to be
the signature of sore futures and the few we whore, is anywhere but is
the taint of God in our firsts, we remember the pinch of sin in our liberty
jack be numbers, jack be quiet
jack jump over the candle sick
jack got drunk at the thirst of twilight
jack proved the hungry dawn, is a breath to dream of isnt's ...
at the table before us, the town of surprise
and the aching done in a valor's history
where the mind to use the here and now, is a sordid wise?
panic panic, little john
the marriage of senses in the plain
is to future wishes, the demon of on
is to collect his fortune, in the more of any
sweeter than truth, we see the spaces
of virtue between your needs, the adding
for the honor of savages with no place to go, hatred
for a simple line in the sky, to find a smile and a frank fading
panic panic, little john
the carriage of lands end, and a speed to heir
is about it, the crescendo in seeds of gone
and done it, to have and to might, light as a feather
compare the sight, younger than I
the myriad to befriend the head and the shoulders of yours
is a wage in the sun, to finalize the sourness of a climb
myths and the lips of heaven to form, we keep the sanity of tours
panic panic, little john
the sharing of dread devices and heap of known cloth, is for us
to whistle, epistle, and risks that come
odd, the selection of yours, the waiting sides of cream and dust
misery knows you, how and the now in method to kick
the senses to approve for a sorry regret, is nowhere to be
the signature of sore futures and the few we whore, is anywhere but is
the taint of God in our firsts, we remember the pinch of sin in our liberty
jack be numbers, jack be quiet
jack jump over the candle sick
jack got drunk at the thirst of twilight
jack proved the hungry dawn, is a breath to dream of isnt's ...
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Time To Have, Time To Gave; Turn And Save
Time To Have, Time To Gave; Turn And Save