by Jason Mraz on album Jason Mraz Live & Acoustic 2001

I bare my windowed self untamed and untrained Dreams that hardly touch our complexions truest faults If room enough for both my drowsy spirit shall fall Bold waves tumble oh to the season of my heart

by Jason Mraz on album Jason Mraz Live & Acoustic

I bare my windowed self untamed and untrained Dreams that hardly touch our complexions truest faults If room enough for both my drowsy spirit shall fall Bold waves tumble oh to the season of my heart

by Jason Mraz on album 2007-07-13: Rotown, Rotterdam, Netherlands

I bare my windowed self untamed and untrained Dreams that hardly touch our complexions truest faults If room enough for both my drowsy spirit shall fall Bold waves tumble oh to the season of my heart

by Jason Mraz on album Live at Java Joe's

I bare my windowed self untamed and untrained Dreams that hardly touch our complexions truest faults If room enough for both my drowsy spirit shall fall Bold waves tumble oh to the season of my heart

by Jason Mraz on album From the Cutting Room Floor

I bare my windowed self untamed and untrained Dreams that hardly touch our complexions truest faults If room enough for both my drowsy spirit shall fall Bold waves tumble oh to the season of my heart

by Jason Mraz on album The Live Album Collection, Vol. 1

I bare my windowed self untamed and untrained dreams that hardly touch our complexions truest faults if room enough for both my drowsy spirit shall fall bold waves tumble to the season of my heart whe

by SAVES THE DAY on album Demo Tape

You aren't the kind of person that I couldn't fall in love with, rather you are the kind of person that I could. And I'd like to spend an afternoon of laughing at ourselves, and hear all the wonderful

by Jason Mraz on album Live & Acoustic

I bare my windowed self untamed and untrained Dreams that hardly touch our complexions truest faults If room enough for both my drowsy spirit shall fall Bold waves tumble oh to the season of my heart

by Pansy Boys on album In Days of Yore - EP

Let's go watch the boys in the park We'll watch them as they skate around until dark And maybe we'll find something better to do, Tomorrow Let's go to brunch and then we'll rollerblade I packed us so

by Pansy Boys on album In Days of Yore

Let's go watch the boys in the park We'll watch them as they skate around until dark And maybe we'll find something better to do, Tomorrow Let's go to brunch and then we'll rollerblade I packed us so

by C+C=Maxigross on album Fluttarn

nothing's better than a tea satisfaction guaranteed it makes you sit down to chill out and roll it also a nice one is the sea you can stare it while you sleep but don't forget at all that you are swim

by Herman Dune on album Next Year In Zion

by Brian Burns on album American Junkyard

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by Windimoto on album Sinister Beauty

by Lilly Van Sickle on album Parade

As a child, I ran outward in the woods To find something I never could Thought the birds had hid it underneath their wings Aside the river, Somewhere in the trees Where could this love be? I met him

by Fury in the Slaughterhouse on album Miscellaneous

A dog with a lame leg drags itself around the tombs Mrs. Watson talks with someone who's been dead for years A sickly smell of urine rising from her tights Two old ladies on a park bench sitting silen

by Rasputina on album Sister Kinderhook

I know my house floods at the basement In all, I'd sell it if I could In the winter time, the kitchen is freezing Because my furnace is not good If you accept my true intention To find a house for al

by Elvis Presley on album An Afternoon In the Garden (Live)

Oh, I wish I was in the land of cotton Old things they are not forgotten Look away, look away, look away Dixieland Oh, I wish I was in Dixie, away, away In Dixieland I take my stand to live and die i

by Fury In the Slaughterhouse on album Brilliant Thieves

A dog with a lame leg drags itself around the tombs Mrs. watson talks with someone who's been dead for years A sickly smell of urine rising from her tights Two old ladies on a park bench sitting silen

by Fury In the Slaughterhouse on album Acoustic Grand Cru Classé

A dog with a lame leg drags itself around the tombs Mrs. watson talks with someone who's been dead for years A sickly smell of urine rising from her tights Two old ladies on a park bench sitting silen