Say it so I will not go sound goes off the edge of the rocket into the reaches of sky it meant we'd love some new president Eroding around here feel inclined to blow my mind The different cliffs off of which we fall seem similar to any sorting of trouble I hope no one hangs around one more little song is all we gonna do Saints alive you're saying Walk in squares It's a long way down including probable cause and supposing you are down? Who goes that way without relief? August pairings of words become natural resilience in the face of language Perhaps a verb will illustrate the motion of this fall We were not ready to travel sand bars today which just goes to show you The hid are out out for the year It's a lot of face A lot of crank air Get hung up feed the ducks with a bun this is called the farewell song written by sam Get over there man alright ok They all come out to groove about Being nice and having fun in the sun Practical like stayed back when the wind roughed up the plenitude staying put turn the lights off carry me home hey uh I think the iron butterfly’s on next Keep your head still I'll be your thrill the night will go on my little red mill You'll be at my show all we gonna do
