pretty good yearHe went barefoot through the town Just so he could get some relief He didn’t hear the laughter Of all the pretty boys It’s been a pretty good yearpretty good year
Oh, wrap them up tight They aren’t going anywhere I heard Sammy brings the postage To all the nice little girls Trapped in their Sunday dresses Who want to mail their hearts away
Would it be alright If the walker bought a plane to fly Because nothing makes sense anymore So hold onto something Before we forget ourselves It’s been a pretty good year
1such a strange victory it's impossible to count the spires that you left me hanging on i'll break the lure of that other hell in some other night oh, just another fix of you and i'll take from myself what you're afraid to touch so I can hit the clouds come, and take all you thought clean I've still got your photograph hidden in my raincoat no tear will make it run yes, I'm besieged twelve-hundred hours and counting just because it's a diffrent kind it haunts the same and is still so beautiful1
I like thisI haven't been far from where we last met I've been sleeping there for so many days it seems the winged painterI like this
misplaced his wings misplaced it all just for a taste of fame and as autumn fell down the virgin lost her crown to the master of hounds there's a lesson somewhere that she held dear lost with the mimosas end the rule of rose one no longer known killed with a child's own lie and as Jennifer wept for her lost dog Brown oceans seemed to give up and die I would wait for you until clocks no longer ticked an
outletsir, could you help me please? it seems I lost myself maybe there's a key you have that could reopen my heart dear sir, my oceanographer plot my course across the sea because the lookout's crumblingoutlet
and i can't see past the waves seafarers warned me not to go but I need some guidance bells, seashells, and ivory we were inseperable before everything changed an icicle pierced the hull and the sea turned to snow.
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luffles,
Tyler
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