Carrying The Wet Wood by Maps And Atlases
03:27 автор robbiedame 16 November 2012 12:38 147 просмотров
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At the top, of the garage
We had the proof
That our jackets were just like parachutes
At the top, of the garage
We had the proof
That our jackets were just like parachutes
Why did you tell me, oh why
There was nothing left to climb
There was nowhere left to hide
All tall things have gone inside
Why did you tell me, oh why
There was nothing left to climb
There was nowhere left to hide
All tall things have gone inside
At the top, of the garage
We had the proof
That our jackets were just like parachutes
At the top, of the garage
We had the proof
We had the proof
Lets carry the wet wood away from the shed
So there's somewhere for them, to rest their heads
Lets carry the wet wood away from the shed
So there's somewhere for them, to rest their heads
Lets carry the wet wood away from the shed
So there's somewhere for them, to rest their heads
To rest their heads
At the top, of the garage
We had the proof
That our jackets were just like parachutes
We had the proof
That our jackets were just like parachutes
At the top, of the garage
We had the proof
That our jackets were just like parachutes
Why did you tell me, oh why
There was nothing left to climb
There was nowhere left to hide
All tall things have gone inside
Why did you tell me, oh why
There was nothing left to climb
There was nowhere left to hide
All tall things have gone inside
At the top, of the garage
We had the proof
That our jackets were just like parachutes
At the top, of the garage
We had the proof
We had the proof
Lets carry the wet wood away from the shed
So there's somewhere for them, to rest their heads
Lets carry the wet wood away from the shed
So there's somewhere for them, to rest their heads
Lets carry the wet wood away from the shed
So there's somewhere for them, to rest their heads
To rest their heads
At the top, of the garage
We had the proof
That our jackets were just like parachutes
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