I donât have it all not yet at least no plot of home no niche or crease but its true you are lovely oh and i am through being ugly i will write myself a love song i can sing my whole way through something that will guide my life incredibly high on high fidelity call myself a man not yet at least
all my hidden faults are this mountain range doesnât take much thought to see iâm strange driving headlong into lonely as iâm chris-crossing the rockies i will forge myself the mantra that will guide me back to you something that will guide my life incredibly high on high fidelity call myself a man not yet at least itâs gonna soar so melodically high on high fidelity waxing poetic not yet at least
they donât have it all those flash made men riding pistols drawn in a mercedes-benz sure they have a view of the ocean and oh they fall asleep like a stoic but they donât know the secret to life quite like i do something that will...