now where has it been the good old wild days
stay where you are
and I used to sometimes try to catch her
everything around you will become supersized
you've got a lovely way with words
remind me once more where this is going
minding my own business
don't panic
and all my good friends call me wilderness
don't let me down don't make a sound
well is there something that you like about her yes
you look older I can tell by your hands
settling down in your early twenties
oh the pain in my arms oh the pain in my legs
sucked more blood than a backstreet dentist
she's there you're there and everybody's there
calm collected and commanding: london
a seaside town: italy
the grey sells green only if the green cell's grey
looks just like the sun looks just like you
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