Standard (EADGBE)
Corners of a world connected by
Quartars and other forms of world
Order, all under control by your
Lord, her, don't loiter
She's green she pays to keep your hair
Clean she feeds the fattening
Street sweeps leaps your stocks to
extremes in your sleep deprived little life
Twisting shifting meaning of
Buildings meant to symbolize
Something something more than just
Winning all the
Timeshares babysitters and
Glassware doing your hair when no
One cares trying to win what is
Not theirs, you better learn to ride a bike for your little life
Ohhh ohhh
ohh ohhh ohhh
ohhh ohhh ohhh ohhh ohhhhhhh
Horns of scorn for a lack of a
Sworn love no matter how much you could
Pour it's just not enough to be
Born above the
Seashore swimming down to the
Sea floor digging up treasure from
Before the day you were born and there's
Still more to record of your little life
ohhh ohhh ohhh ohhh ohhhhhhh
ohhh ohhh ohhh ohhh ohhhhhhh
Kissin' and talking into the
Wind in high heeled kicks while you're
Wishing that everyone here was
Whistlin' and singin' with
You though that ain't life or so
I'm told the wind blows warm and it
Gets cold time is an open window that won't close
Hello,
Welcome to your little life
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