only thing they'll ever pin on me. The Frump way is the company way. Executive policy is by him OK. I'll never be president, But there's one thing clear
getting all of this plus a brain I'll meet you there at Harvard with a book in my hand Big sturdy book big wordy book full of words i'll understand and
rings and a hair cut or some shit? Aiyyo, American Cream Team, baby. Heavy hitters, New York City Giants. Gamble for plots and 4 better for spots and things
feeling impaired Your legs won't walk right Down the hall at the stairs You've got a book that you need to read Maybe Sunday things will go your way
and your mind The art you'll never find? And when your pen runs out of ink You'll close the book and with me Leave behind your memory Are you brilliant
made but as I bugged my mom and pops taught me never to chase silly fads, they told me focus and bought me note books, I really had brilliant parents
a separate letter, forming a separate word. twisting together to build the same beautiful message, the same painful realization. the cracks in your lips open with the books
and I know I oughta appreciate the risk you took the bookers who agreed to book a chap who tends to talk about the kind of things that get the BBC in
and your mind The art you?ll never find And when your pen runs out of ink You?ll close the book and with me Leave behind your memory Are you brilliant
bright. i sang a song to the moon. in return it gave me light. i gave waves to the water. it replied with a brilliant blue. each year seems shorter and
in him and they continued walking what amazing things they saw they danced in dark caves, warmed their faces by the brightest of fires, and played with brilliant
he took It was a stack of books and a rusty hook Asked what he'd learned, where he'd been He said he'd traveled to and from every land Saw a million things
Hey yeah we had everything Vinyl in mono And we looked the other way man We were so dumb Is this the part in the book that you wrote Where I gotta
not what you'd expect when you open the box. And all the things you'd wished you'd find, fleeting and taunting, colors drab and ordinary to the brilliant
down So come down ... [M1] Much success to you comrade To who I wrong, if it's never been said before, my bad I took a page from the book of Martin Luther