Thanks for these new sheets But I've been hanging Fire from your everyday The knack for the fixed Been holding water That you snatched away
Bells and whistles make the man Like you're a hophead Waiting to happen A welcome waiting to offend Who will buy the farm?
The sheep with their longing to shed (x2) Longing to shed...
My fellow and gone Chiefs custom make us Who we are... (x2) ...hello
My fellow and gone Chiefs custom make us Who we are... So my Father and my Mom You will always hold shelter In my heart... love lasts
To escape the customary cycles of parables The world begins anew And we are inseparable They said you brought light The doors are always open
My fellow and gone Chiefs custom make us Who we are... (x2) So my Father and my Mom You will always hold shelter In my heart...
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