I was walking down the street with my chains tied up to my feet
I leaned instead of jiggie with the sidewalk
Now this street tells the same old boring tale that has failed in so many ways of life
To trust its stories you
And all the love I
You
The love I had in store you raped for more
And all the dreams I had in here
You
But the dreams
I had for her you cannot touch, my golden hand
I met her in a crowded room where the bookshelves help you and knowledge takes your hand
I watched her beauty from an armchair
I said
Oh, you have
And all the love I
Congratulation Mr. Major you savior, betrayer,
you stinking master of trusts
How does it feel to ride all those horses
You cannot touch our hearts when we
I a**ume that we
We conceal non, you
And all the love we
We won it all
And the love I have for her you cannot touch, my golden hand,
And all the love I
Honey I love you, like the summer falls
And the winter crawls you