Detachment Kit The Illustrious Daniel Boone: Pioneer Of Social Inge
UITY i can't seem to rebound in the downtown that i
found in heart of human longing - it is all about the
timing say hello (hello) i recognized a flight of scars
set in your eye - making destinations, making evening
for our generation's dawn i must of have said there is
nothing better than this -it's hard to tell a cover-up
when missing giant silver dishing style - you see that
outside, it's raing all around - you can't cover up
mistakes when you're higher from the ground than all
the rest - i got a job pushing particles through stable
air - make a bust of everyone in human hair it's
atmosphere i swear the world's full of turbines placing
parts inside weary everywhere i swear the glare is
blindness when compared to ... turning on - is meant to
feel. we had a deal. i knew a man who took his wife and
took their lives and no one died - someone should have
told him abouth the favor that we owed him now they're
gone i think i need to get up, please and this time
don't give up -if there is nothing left of me - then
sort between those choking. so bust it up, crank it
out, push them down and let it out why do all the
heroes of our time need dashing suits to fight our
crime - can't they see they're not like me they can not
even bleed - alone - there's energy at speeds which no
set apology. oh well, turning on - is meant to feel on.
we had a deal. in the day - i wait to break - from the
way - they say - i can't relate - a quiet revolution, i
could use some. well, glory has it's days in the white
hot spotlight in the cold november rain i could belive
thre's nothing - there's nothing left to bleed. well
there's something i could say but it left here
yesterday.