Birdy Hop – he do, he hop along
a lonely bird upon a window there
he, he, there he blow
a windy snow, he knew the snow,
I know the snow, a hoppy bird
The antelope ride around the parasole
just to see if he’s a man
enough to meet you in the sandpit
on a flying kind of sign in a meddlesome way
you know the way – I see the flies
she’s a little kite the sort
you think you might like to fly
and like a kite you get to see her
every night, you know the way
she’s only paving her way –
hectochrome plane – I see the flies.
Birdy Hop – he do, he hop along
a lonely bird upon a window there
he, he, there he blow
a windy snow, he knew the snow,
I know the snow, a hoppy bird
A camel woke up to a polish dawn
wouldn’t look to see his feet had gone
he wouldn’t like it
wouldn’t have the strength to fight it,
I see the flies
I’m the only bird, a little third,
I lost a quarter
had a yearning to be earning just a dollar a day
in a way you shouldn’t like it, hectochrome plane
I see the flies.
The King of Oblivion (Written by Kirk McLeod, arranged by Seven Nations) Between the refuge…
When every block and tree offered endless chances When dreams burned with purity, love, goblins…
Here she comes like a Queen all through the wintertime Skirts that billow long after…
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elim kolum bagli… önündeyim. benim her sarkim senin icin yazildi söyle ben kimim.. yasli bir…