Tekster:
Meg Dia Here Here And Here

We just write and play And write and play and write and Here, here and here He pointed to his heart and mind and ears He said, "Here, here and here"

How did I get here? And why the hell did it take this long? I've buried a best friend inside my trash can you left outdoors.... And you dropped me in

I'll throw in the towel right now I'll lay low on the ground and I'll be on my feet When I can breathe, when I'm good and ready This tree, lovers heart

go back, to the first time, that I met you, in your Chevy, with your hands stretched, and me crying, screaming, ?Mercy. Mercy.? But I know that, I was put here

, but you were raised that way It's a whore that here was bred I'll take your pants, you take my hair, and let us dance And cheers to happy and depressed

me, I'm going away. I'm taking a taxi to Kentucky, where they don't even know all about me; I just need to feel safe. I've got a thousand sweaters, and shoes, and

if you pray for me I'll pray for you and cash flow too, why not? I said, if you pray for me I'll pray for you and cash flow too, why not? It was a black

I've got my same old nose and no cheekbones. I've got my stomach rolls, rather bare wardrobe. They've got seven floors, one on the east coast. Why they

Stand tall Head and shoulders down They don't make them like us anymore You failed to see that I am not your shadow I can be more You said the world