Give up your town, this side of yard A stupid mom that took my house Too much of reform but [?] But we were sure we were in your heart
I am still moved by some new doubt: Am I too much work, so I need a break? Am I so livid, false-spirit? Am I [?] so I can say anything?
In different years, between each line You took our town, we took your side
I am de-progress decided
I take your time; I make my time
Terror, I need to be honest: I can’t believe you would make up a speech like that Say shit much bigger to scare us Untie me right now, so I can hit the deck