MaestroThe wind works in mysterious ways,Maestro
blowing through the ones it knows. It blew on you and I
assuring us on what to do,
so there we made love anew. We made love anew...
The wind it laughs at pain and fear,
telling of a terrible death. But you're never really living in this world,
till you're already dead.
So you and I stood there, gazing out towards the sky.
We started to despair and move,
because we were told what to do.
We came from the valley to the north and south,
gazing out towards our fate. No talking elapsed, only
Once Dreamed a DreamOnce dreamed a dream,Once Dreamed a Dream
I thought I knew her,
but all I could find, was the world getting bluer. And it didn't help,
that is was raining,
was worth it all,
except for the soul staining.
Once dreamed a dream,
the sweeter one, the newer and all in all it seems, the good ones are getting fewer. And it didn't help that if I jumped in the puddle sopping wet and cold, in my darkness, you would huddle.
Once dreamed a dream,
that you were so high,
but it turned out,
that it was just a lie. And it didn’t hel
HayleyOh look at that woman there,Hayley
yes that one walking in the square,
doesn't she look so bright and gorgeous,
so beautiful it makes a man want to cuss. But I notice her out the corner of my eye and I notice her just standing by, so I silently slip up next to her, hearing her lungs, like a deep cat's purr, wanting only to ask her a question still, "Why do my senses of you overfill?"
Oh look at that woman there,
the one with the beautiful long hair, the one who I adore,
with a love of so much more,
than that of myself in a whole,
than of this pur
11:18Well, here we are again, floating upon this sea of misery. I gazed up into those,11:18
eyes that were so clear, Seeing you cry, But just one tear,
my mind into frenzy tore, and then,
I broke the door of sanity,
escaped from prison in order to be in hell. And I knew,
that’s were you wouldn’t be, just to stay away from me, the one who loves you dear. But still the one
That you can’t help but fear. I speak lies, seeking truth,
Knowing you aren’t there, but then,
why the hell do I care? You’ll s
Will I get better, or stay the same?
I hope you have tons of fun here! I know I do!
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Why Bden cant have coffee
"Simply because you are already a filthy maniac and with coffee in you, youll build your own theme park called Urieland then torch it all in an hour. And that, dear Brendon, would be a colossal waste of energy and money."
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