ive got it almost. ive got it all almost all figured out. well, always when i get there, always when i get there, all the pieces they just fall apart and out…i can't hear you, i cant hear you talk about your trans you got for me. i don't believe, i don't believe that there any sort of prophecies at all…what a shot of off is Mr.Sweden on us. don't kno something are, we are complications…how consistent, how could some one so consistently mess up as much as every instants. how could some one so inconsistent mess up so consistently... what a shot of off, “is Mr. Sweden on us?” tell us how, “i want speak to the father.” look out now, “im standing on my false hope.” i got lost, in the lost and found…hey there Mr. Sweden, oh now hey there Mr. Sweden. well are you going some where are you just walk into my walls. hey there Mr. Sweden, oh hey there Mr. Sweden. You walk into tomorrow, only this is a crowd. but hey there Mr. Sweden, often to the band, said what?, wondering would you please. hey there Mr. Sweden, hey there Mr. Sweden, pay some away with a foolish secret and a reason…ive got it almost, ive got it all almost all figured out.
