"I want to walk with you on the fucking streets to the land of ever grief I wanna a home with window to the sea I wanna a tree on a porch and a swing I wanna a big chair for us to sit and watch the crappy shows on the TV I wanna a bed to rest my brody to sleep till the sun comes out I wanna a glass full of joy and plate full of food I wanna a clock with hands that don't move so everyday will be today and tomorrow has no "Fear" After
Aska jumped down, Nigel slowly sang like a natural sound. He did not obtain a license, did not obtain a passport, did not perform for four hundred people, and even failed to perform on the street to contend with his life.
The person who would be happy with stew would probably be a little happier.
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