gonna be a mighty king, so, enemies, I've

packed my bags last night, pre-flightZero hour: 9 a.m. And

scars remind us ofToo much war, too little loveBeneath

a little bit funny, this feeling insideI'm not one

I can't light, no more of your darknessAll my pictures, seem

you standing outside?Looking up at the skyCursing a wondering

hot coffee and my black teaI don't know about

Why don't ya come on downLet me tell ya what I

1: Slim, I wrote you, but you still ain't

can't really explain itI haven't got the wordsIt's a

There's more to life than panicAnd being some other guy's snackEugh!I

There's a calm surrender to the rush of dayWhen the heat

1: Fred I guess it would be nice, if

him playing in his backyardYoung boy just starting outSo

some things I don't have nowSome things I don't

Spoken: (Good 1: Ed she stumbles, falling to her

The more I learn, the more I seeThe less the world

Got this bug-eyed girlCold hand on my kneeFrozen teeth chitter, chatterShe's

Matata ! Mais quelle phrase magnifique Matata ! Quel

matin de ta vie sur la planèteÉbloui par le