On the perfect night the graveyard is lit by a full moon Autumn leaves and stone often treated with an old boom Here and there the night air carries bass
My mind the brush, my life the canvas, the world, the easel Combines a perfect picture for people My words is colorful like autumn The way they fall on the track like leaves
's cause we be burnin' rubber. Up on the four-five skiddin' on the one-oh-one. We sixty-ninen' on the sixty-six across the coun-. Trees and autumn leaves
s cause we be burnin' rubber. Up on the four-five skiddin' on the one-oh-one. We sixty-ninen' on the sixty-six across the coun-. Trees and autumn leaves
[1.] Leaving the grind the mirror behind loosing the ringth then and there Whisper it was someone else and not me How I wish I could [2.] I keep the secret
my mind the brush, my life the canvas, the world, the easel combines a perfect picture for people my words is colorful like autumn the way they fall on the track like leaves
the perfect night the graveyard is lit by a full moon Autumn leaves and stone often treated with an old boom Here and there the night air carries bass
cause we be burnin' rubber. Up on the four-five skiddin' on the one-oh-one. We sixty-ninen' on the sixty-six across the coun-. Trees and autumn leaves
[1.] Leaving the grind the mirror behind loosing the ringth then and there Whisper it was someone else and not me How I wish I could [2.] I keep the
more than an effort to devise a New way of thinking bringing people back together Good tidings on the way just like the days of cloudy weather In the autumn fill the bottom with funky bass
