Complain up your sparks
With my back against the end
Without in any place
Even as the headache days
To the being

Want a lot of nerves
To the gate in the black mill
Without in any ways
How to wean
Even like the second curse
To the king

How to wean
Even like the second curse
To the king
I'm waiting for the doorway horse
I was standing at the motion north

I lay on the backseat
Without in any days
How to wean
Even as the secons words
Not to leave

How to wean
Even as the second words
Not to leave

In some places the drop off from force
To the faces
Feeding up the doors

How to wean
Even like the second curse
Not to leave

How to wean
Even as the second words
Not to leave

How to wean
Even as the second words
Not to leave