"These are the days of miracles and wonders and don't cry, baby, don't cry..."
I wanna tell you that you're looking like a movie star,
But somehow I know that wouldn't get me too far.
I'm wishing on a burning hot star and don't mind don't mind, no.
You've got an action that makes me wanna split,
I don't really care too much how you get it.
I'm an eagle with white hair and whatever eyes so baby I'm flying, flying for all the wise.
I miss you but I can't stop complaining,
The overt arrangement is lightening my usual basement.
It's okay I'm sure somehow just sometimes I meet French girls and kinda stare and mutter in amazement.
These are the days of cold slick thunders and big fancy boats that don't have a gun.
These are the days of punch bowl amazements and I know you're having fun!
Aug 22, 2015
Aug 22, 2015 at 1:04 PM UTC
"These are the days of miracles and wonders and don't cry, baby, don't cry..."
I wanna tell you that you're looking like a movie star,
But somehow I know that wouldn't get me too far.
I'm wishing on a burning hot star and don't mind don't mind, no.
You've got an action that makes me wanna split,
I don't really care too much how you get it.
I'm an eagle with white hair and whatever eyes so baby I'm flying, flying for all the wise.
I miss you but I can't stop complaining,
The overt arrangement is lightening my usual basement.
It's okay I'm sure somehow just sometimes I meet French girls and kinda stare and mutter in amazement.
These are the days of cold slick thunders and big fancy boats that don't have a gun.
These are the days of punch bowl amazements and I know you're having fun!
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