Letras:
Junker

My, my, I'm sick as I could be Some people call me a junker 'Cause I'm loaded all the time I just feel happy And I feel good all the time Some people

time to let things go It's time to just be free Junkie, come on now junkie I'd like to find a way to kill the pain for you Junkie, you are the cry of

: I've seen them kneel with baited breath for the ritual I've watched this experience raise them to pseudo higher levels I've watched them leave their

: You hadn't seen your father in such a long time. He died in the arms of his lover. How dare he? Your mother never left the house. She never married

: I know he's blood but you can still turn him away You don't owe him anything Do you go to the dungeon. To find out how to make peace With your days

: As we were talking outside, It was cold, We were shivering, yet warmed by the subject matter. My wife is in the next room, We've been having troubles

And lump in my throat. I love you when you dance, When you freestyle in trance, So pure, such an expression. Supposed former infatuation junkie. I sink

: You are the original template. You are the original exemplary. How seen were you, actually? How revered were you (honestly) at the time? Why pleased

: Dear Matthew, I like you a lot. I realize you're in a relationship with someone right now, And I respect that. I would like you to know that if you