Laika Lyrics
Laika Lyrics
"Looking For The Jackalope Lyrics"
Right Now Lyrics
The last time I spoke to her She couldn't talk to me The script she read was very strange But who
The last time I spoke to her She couldn't talk to me The script she read was very strange But who
( Breather EP )
The country's breathing a sigh of stars
A bitch's baby from a buzzard's egg
American fortune seekers
West coast gold diggers
Southern forgetters
There's something wrong
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It's Alright Lyrics
It' alright, ooh, it's alright Whoa, oh, oh, yeah, ooh, ooh, ooh It's alright, oh, it's alrightm panning for hope in a junk sick river
Trying to find the other two bits on my dollar
Down fault lines and phone lines
On every breath of every dawn
There's something wrong
The prairie's bearing the vultu
The whippoorwill sails on a lonesome call
From the twilight to the horizon
There's something wrong
I'm looking for the jackalope in a burnt out car
In the dirt behind the daydream
Through a w
There's something wrong
And the click-clack of the freight train goes
This and that, this and that
'Till your ears are ringing
And your vision is clouded
It' alright, ooh, it's alright Whoa, oh, oh, yeah, ooh, ooh, ooh It's alright, oh, it's alright
Trying to find the other two bits on my dollar
Down fault lines and phone lines
On every breath of every dawn
There's something wrong
The prairie's bearing the vultu
What You Have Is Enough Lyrics
(t.bryn) you're upset because your tv is on the blink now you have to watch in the living
e's child(t.bryn) you're upset because your tv is on the blink now you have to watch in the living
The whippoorwill sails on a lonesome call
From the twilight to the horizon
There's something wrong
I'm looking for the jackalope in a burnt out car
In the dirt behind the daydream
Through a w
White Paper Lyrics
You've got to have your fantasy Live and let live don't be negative Don't you take my, my liberty
indow painted on a blackened buildingYou've got to have your fantasy Live and let live don't be negative Don't you take my, my liberty
There's something wrong
And the click-clack of the freight train goes
This and that, this and that
'Till your ears are ringing
And your vision is clouded