Dont be somewhat
Monkey
Yeah, my god
Saying the moon I am separated once
Where are you now
Do not give up on the two -way head
Separate
I dont want to be aerial
I was heading to your head.
I had a while with you.
Everything was going to go early.
Yeah
Why dont you see
You dont get my hand
You dont have anymore
You dont die like the rest
Come again
My head
Whatever it can
I still love you
Whatever I want to say.
Ackle
Without that
I know he knows
I was thinking I was
Go wherever you want
Youre all different in chit
