i'll take of mine certain purple smile the second step is to make some noise depressed with a hungry sky the same to deepest colour of the moon sustained butter gives an elicsire
it's in our hands you're so ugly clean burning on my sight i'm singing 'bout a sin with wet and dust in the atmosphere
my aeroplane got so high today but the children are crying
one two three four one two three eight when i'l count nine seems to be late
i listen to your favourite lose but when you turning right i got some cold it hurts when you're slightly soaping and touching my chain smiling to my chain
I need a sleep for four hours before my scilence it's in my ears
my aeroplane gave you bombs to play but the children are happy and the skies are grey my aeroplane got so high today but the children are crying and the skies are grey.