It's in my book of memories Inside the book of pages black with Photographs that take me back I hide the dreams that used to be here In my book of memories
In my garden you can dream just one by one Yellow craters on the void side of the street So many faces behind a mystic smile Smoke's all over, I can see
it's in my book of memories Inside the book of pages black with photographs that take me back I hide the dreams that used to be here in my book of memories
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free it's in my book of memories Inside the book of pages black with photographs that take me back I hide the dreams that used to be here in my book of memories
In my garden you can dream just one by one Yellow craters on the void side of the street So many faces behind a mystic smile Smoke's all over, I can
: In my garden you can dream just one by one Yellow craters on the void side of the street So many faces behind a mystic smile Smoke's all over, I can
and it riles to no end a fuming speaker crackling devilspeak to say "o' rise!" and select defense its civil disobedience its a national mockery
Ich lese im Buch der Erinnerung ich hor mich lachen mein Leben war ein Marchen erzahlt von einem Narren ich wu?te nicht immer,was ich will doch ich wu
ich lese im buch der erinnerung ich hoer mich lachen mein leben war ein maerchen erzaehlt von einem narren ich wusste nicht immer was ich will doch ich
you in my heart forever I'll always remember you Nanananana Another chapter in the book cant go back but you can look And there we are on every page Memories
Murray, ahh!! (Well give it to me) [Verse 3: Keith Murray] Yo! This for my niggaz dem special delivery Bang ya head off to this, fuckin up your memory
There's a gold frame That sits by the window And my heart breaks A little more each time I try To picture the memory inside There's an old book I's too
in my heart forever I'll always remember you Nanananana Another chapter in the book can't go back but you can look And there we are on every page Memories
And they read off our names The night you danced like you knew our lives Would never be the same You held your head like a hero On a history book page
sunshine. But if I ever get back to the twentieth century, Guess I'll have to pay off some debts. Open the book of my vanishing memory, With its catalogue
and it's loving I disdain I am a rock, I am an island Don't talk of love well I've heard the words before It's sleeping in my memory And I won't disturb
sweet breeze I will need you, feed you, seed you, plead with you All for the taste of your sweet love thelma If a heart is an open memory book That
