11 de outubro de 2010

shut your mouth

I get bored as I get older
Can you help me figure this out?

Come on, dream on:

"I lived on a table - I don't know where to go.
I know my friends would. . .
I know where my friends are now.
I lived on a farm, yeah. I never lived on a farm.
Where did my friends go? Where did my friends go?"

What do you do when you're sleeping?
Where did you go when you said:
"I don't need nobody on my bond"
Where do your friends go?
Where do they see you?
What did you want to be?

Ah shut the hell

Shut your mouth

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