WINE AND GATES
Well In Bell's Reach, The Soul Of Avarice?!?
Happens
The door to door words we admire
Scented with the glee of usualness, for what we are letting...
Is a reason among finish, not the school of thought we fake, liars?
Promises and stomached fury, down the drain
To start a new day here, the quotes of vision's of bigger fish
Tall and worthy to elan, the superiority of guidance in same
The tale is one to survive the orchestration of a nosey wish
Tenderer moments are meant to flesh out the obvious...
So called how in the bow of the mind, we select our fairer, terror's
For a rich sight in the more we other, just because...
The face of a new neighbor is for the heed of when, before where?
Hello, and the tooth of response in the calling day
We remember you, the tart energy of dismay, to seek a keeping irony
Found in your hands or otherwise your pocket, to suspect the right side of say
Well to do, even make music for a growing love, the compare of youth for intimacy
Like a happy house in the scourge of open allow, we deem you perfect
To be a coping whole with sore head, sore feet and a smile on blessing
To seem a bit more overpriced than the account in the street...
Where one rainy day, has a window for a fool, if home ever is survival lessening
Look ordered and meaning the better of a calming affluence?
Still the course of unique ship's in the mile's, until land has the rise of witness?
Can we look down your nose, with a brace for guarantee, the suppression of a chin?
Here is a book on grace, made for all, to seek a little more than what's, is...
Talking to the pillow about life, liberty and the pursuit of laugh's?
Happiness is a long ways away, if you know not the silver lining
Of a real enough tooth, beside the many in their way to and from secret's that have
The time of day, with a bright mind and an alter ego, the spoil of dreams in the righting
The door to door words we admire
Scented with the glee of usualness, for what we are letting...
Is a reason among finish, not the school of thought we fake, liars?
Promises and stomached fury, down the drain
To start a new day here, the quotes of vision's of bigger fish
Tall and worthy to elan, the superiority of guidance in same
The tale is one to survive the orchestration of a nosey wish
Tenderer moments are meant to flesh out the obvious...
So called how in the bow of the mind, we select our fairer, terror's
For a rich sight in the more we other, just because...
The face of a new neighbor is for the heed of when, before where?
Hello, and the tooth of response in the calling day
We remember you, the tart energy of dismay, to seek a keeping irony
Found in your hands or otherwise your pocket, to suspect the right side of say
Well to do, even make music for a growing love, the compare of youth for intimacy
Like a happy house in the scourge of open allow, we deem you perfect
To be a coping whole with sore head, sore feet and a smile on blessing
To seem a bit more overpriced than the account in the street...
Where one rainy day, has a window for a fool, if home ever is survival lessening
Look ordered and meaning the better of a calming affluence?
Still the course of unique ship's in the mile's, until land has the rise of witness?
Can we look down your nose, with a brace for guarantee, the suppression of a chin?
Here is a book on grace, made for all, to seek a little more than what's, is...
Talking to the pillow about life, liberty and the pursuit of laugh's?
Happiness is a long ways away, if you know not the silver lining
Of a real enough tooth, beside the many in their way to and from secret's that have
The time of day, with a bright mind and an alter ego, the spoil of dreams in the righting
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Well In Bell`s Reach, The Soul Of Avarice?!?
Well In Bell`s Reach, The Soul Of Avarice?!?
