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On the way to your brother's house in the valley, dear,
By the river bridge a cradle floating beside me.
In the whitest water on the banks against the stone
You will lift his body from the shore and bring him home

Oliver James washed in the rain no longer
Oliver James washed in the rain no longer

On the kitchen table that your grandfather did make
You and your delicate way will slowly clean his fate
And you will remember when you rehearsed the actions of
A innocent and anxious mother full of anxious love

Oliver James washed in the rain no longer
Oliver James washed in the rain no longer

Walk with me down the beach and through the valley floor
Love for the one you know more
Love for the one you know more

Back we go to your brother's house emptier my dear
The sound of ancient voices ringing soft upon your ear

Oliver James washed in the rain no longer
Oliver James washed in the rain no longer

Aesthetic perfection has fooled me once again.
You'll always be the only one who feels like home.
And with your hollow words and your plastic smile,
You have the most beautiful name I've ever cursed.
Yet I wait for you to find your way into my arms.

And I'd wait here till you find your way.
I would wait here all my life,
I'd spend the rest of my days praying
For an end to this mystery.

Through this dichotomy has brought me to my knees.
You'll always be the only one who feels like home.
And still the season's change and with it does your charm.
Summer's end has come and with it misery.
Yet I wait for you to find your way into my arms.

And I'd wait here till you find your way.
I would wait here all my life,
I'd spend the rest of my days praying
For an end to this mystery.

You must find a way back into my arms again,
I'd give anything just to feel that warmth again.

And I'd wait here till you find your way.
I would wait here all my life,
I'd spend the rest of my days praying
For an end to this mystery.

Jos toi laulaja tekis jotai noille kulmakarvoilleen ni se vois olla sillee ihmisen näköne ja jos oisin näiden manageri ni kehittäisin niist yyberkuuman emobändin, nois ois ainetta. Ainaki kitaristien soittotyylit ja kyl toi laulajaki menis ku tappokajaalit vaan kehiin ja hiukan feikkiverta ja vielä angstimmat lyriikat ku it's like walking on broken glass (tmv) suuahsh

ois kyllä niin emogasmic

Chuck on paras, koska:

1. Chuck Norrisilla on kaksi vauhtia: kävely- ja tappovauhti.

2. Chuck Norrisin parran alla ei ole leukaa, vaan yksi nyrkki lisää.

3. Chuck Norris on laskenut äärettömyyteen - kahdesti.

4.Chuck Norris ei nuku, hän odottaa.

ei vittu oli taas ownage D:::: vittu salla tuli meil joskus viidelt, vitusti singstarii ja lintutornil vähä soutelee, sit takas meil, sit kylil, lilli oli vittu kiinni ku oon vuorokaudenajoist pereil, sit biberii safkaa (se mies näyttää rotalta), sit ässäl käväsee, ööö 'vittu lähetäänpä apelle missä se asuu' aka reilu 2h irjalakiesii eikä meinattu kaatuu ku ehk kymmene kertaa perkele. oli kyllä vitu mukavaa 8"D

LENNY KRAVITZ OLI JOTAIN IHANINTA ♥ VOI JEESUS. ne sen välispiikit ja biisit ja se ku se kiers sen areenan ja kävi tassul huitoo kaikkii ja vittu mun käsi meni sillee 5cm sen kädest olin sillee 'NOOOOOOO!1111 MEH SO DOOMED' ja sillee voi jeesus en kuule mitää oon liian kikseis oli juna ehkä hiukan täh ai oonko sekasin no en vitusa ja siel oli kaikkee ja hallelujah ja se turkkilaissetä ja rakastan tätä paitaa ja

AHH LENNY ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥

they can only do harm ♥