Lucky are the leaves of the clover.
She's digging for chemistry
Take a little dive into the shallow or spy what
at the rate i'm goin
little hands will be all that
Into the middle we go
Into the middle we go
I smell
If you're keeping score,
then you're bound to win.
A birds
If there's a nurse that takes your ears in rations,
sets
bought a picture of jesus,
held it in the mirror and
(and as i was traveling i realized there were no
Now heaven knows I've got one short damn fuse
So come
until we fall:
take a lil' dive in the shallow
Here is the deal, you must find guesses in this
this town is made of starfish
i need a seahorse
You should be counting your blessings
From the sky your eagle
We're gone but not better.
A lighted match can burn the
there is a fight we fight each night with all
» More on Fair to Midland