“and he spoke with his voice while he was talking with his mouth”
Oboe concerto all the best one’s are dead and there's a song I can't stand and it's stuck in my head there's a song I can't stand and it's stuck in my head
Oboe concerto all I do is drink to absent friends and there's a song I can't stand and it's stuck in my head there's a song I can't stand and it's stuck in my head
The older generation have tried, sighed and died which pushes me to their place in the queue
‘round the rhythm goes ‘round ‘round ‘round the rhythm of life goes ‘round ‘round the rhythm goes ‘round ‘round ‘round the rhythm of life goes ‘round ‘round the rhythm goes ‘round ‘round ‘round the rhythm of life goes ‘round ‘round the rhythm goes ‘round ‘round ‘round and the rhythm of life goes ‘round.