Green are your eyes In the morning, when you rise
I don't know what you smoke or what countries you've
For you, we steer a house of smoke and brick
He went to sea for the day
He wanted to know
what you at my gentle spoken friend i lack a
sit down and fire away,
i know it's tricky when
There's one man, he's like
the wishful thinking in my life,
Surface slowly at your own speed
Waiting for some sky.
We're all
Waking up today, it was cold out
There's something I should
I have lost you to sleep again
Sleeping as we do
December 3rd '97
Song called 'Volcano'
Don't hold my hair like that
You'll
Your lips come as some surprise,
That they would want to
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