Letras:
Old Dead Tree It Can T Be

't want to realise. I can still remember the sound of your voice, You looked better, you can't have made this choice No It can't be! I can not stand

t want to realise. I can still remember the sound of your voice, You looked better, you can't have made this choice No It can't be! I can not stand

don't wanna be cool, I don't wanna be you I don't wanna shake hands, or wear your G-Unit shoes Don't want you on my hooks, don't wanna be in your group

In a whitewash shotgun shack an old man passes away Take his body to the graveyard and over him they pray Lord won't you tell us tell us what does it

rosebuds while ye may) (Old Time is still a-flying;) (And this same flower that smiles today) (Tomorrow will be dying") We can learn From the past

ll be no concern about paying for it, it's already taken care of. There'll be no worry about veing moved out of it. It will be yours forever." <a

t you know how lonely they must be. So many light years from home. Hey Soulful people I?m calling. Don?t be no more slaves. Because God will protect us when it

Silently from all the blooming cherry trees In tiny nooses, safe from everyone - nothing but a nuisance; gone now, dead and done Be a woman, be a woman

to the ball, I go there all the time. Behind every tree, There's something to see, The river is wider than a mile. I tried you twice, You can't be nice