When the sun grows on your tongue, You won't want to stop him. You're gonna die, we're all gonna die, We won't want to stop him.
People (people, people, people) We don't know (know, know know) Got away (away, away, away) By the sunny side (side, side, side) People (people, people
I love the summer, You love the flowers, I miss the summer, You are my flower, You're days are now gone, They're moving too slow, The here for the dares
Lost, picking flowers in the woods, These summers dreams sure have been good Lost, picking flowers in the woods, These summers dreams have been good Lost
Falling through a field, Dandelion grave, I will lay here, Forever and ever. Sunlight makes us feel, And people go away, And I will lay here, Forever
Mother Of Cripples A restless shadow Of a fiddler's elbow Plays a tune to Staggering feet The burden of his songs The looking glass scorns At this disfigured
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I feel my wheels have come undone I've fallen off my tracks Lord, I need your guiding hand If I'm to make it back Oh, make it back, back, back..
A car sweeps by with a murdered child A car sweeps by with a violated girl A car sweeps by with its trunk full of death I can't hear the voice I can
[bonus track] A restless shadow of a fiddler's elbow plays a tune to staggering feet the burden of his songs the looking glass scorns at this disfigured
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I've got some deep scars from a little black heart that's miles away I sent it packing after I saw what it did and I couldn't believe And now my chest
town [Chorus:] and we both know that people come and go you'll second guess no regrets and it's alright 'cause good friends never die even if we make our mothers
Hey, hey, mama, said the way you move, gonna make you sweat, gonna make you groove. Oh, oh, child, way you shake that thing, gonna make you burn, gonna
seeking comfort in things that hurt me isolation and solitude no escape from these black skies only hollowed out insides this soul not my own mine left
Birds and butterflies Rivers and mountains she creates But you'll never know The next move she'll make You can try But it is useless to ask why Cannot