, but not out then in. Cause over function. Restart again. I need to see my dreams as I close my eyes. Remembering nothing and begging for light. All the trees
Translation: Dance Gavin Dance. Tree Village.
out, but not out then in. Cause over function. Restart again. I need to see my dreams as I close my eyes. Remembering nothing and begging for light. All the trees
scrimmage Shoot more words that Macho Man spit gism in the village CHORUS [Common Sense] Stimulated by a tree and drama I advanced on a branch of respect
leather On half naked honeys who forgot about the weather Fuck an exhibition, and warm up scrimmage Shoot more words that Macho Man spit gism in the village
-from. Jay-Dee, thee origional drum master, you will never hit the best. Fast or solw? It dosen't matter though T-3 times emcees callin the lap. Ba-tian is the one whose in the tree
christ Except I'm not sacrificed, by the righteous parasite Searching' for paradise, which is the birth-right Of a celestial nazarite, with appetites to bite from the tree
tha trees Choke a little while my hand rub your thigh and your knees You know that silly shit and now it's ten on six We in the village jus a little
I took his hand to steady him, he stood and did not turn But smiled and wept and bowed and mumbled softly, "Danke shoen" The children on the roadsides of the villages
There's a bench in every park dedicated to Those who sat there once but didn't make it through There are names carved deep in bark on every tree By those
be about four tunes And the first tune, here it goes 1, 2, 3 [Chiddy Bang-Verse 1] Now When them fights go down Them lights go down In villas and the village
Shyness hanging like a Wendy Bad clothes keep you in the village hall Sunday nothing for the rest of us Sunday listen to your spirits soar Thankyou thankyou
by the old oak tree Although I loved my Daisy, I sought fame And so I left the village Green I miss the village Green and all the simple people I miss the village
There is a village hidden deep in the valley Among the pine trees half forlorn And there on a Sunday morning Little Jimmy Brown was born All the chapel
There's a village hidden deep in the valley Among the pine trees half forlorn And there on a Sunny morning Little Jimmy Brown was born All the chapel
