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(lyrics by Russell Watson & Angela Lupino, music by Carter Burwell). (based on the theme from the motion picture Rob Roy). . As the sun goes down. On another day. I know you'll still be there
. Phineas I wonder if oil-based paint is combustible as a rocket fuel. Isabella Isn't this a perfect day?. How do I look in this beret?. Phineas Oh, that reminds me! We might need helmets. Oh, how can he not
words you kick me in the gutter. But my troops are bigger than yours. 'Cause you'll never stand my fight Ours is a family that's based upon tradition. But with my careless words I tread upon your
you,. You look at me,. We bite each other. And with your bitter words you kick me in the gutter. But my troops are bigger than yours. \'Cause you\'ll never stand my fight. Ours is a family that\'s based
you,. You look at me,. We bite each other. And with your bitter words you kick me in the gutter. But my troops are bigger than yours. \'Cause you\'ll never stand my fight. Ours is a family that\'s based
your bitter words you kick me in the gutter. But my troops are bigger than yours. 'Cause you'll never stand my fight. Ours is a family that's based upon tradition. But with my careless words I tread
in love,. Baby I should hold on just a moment and be sure it's not for vanity,. Look me in the eye and tell me love is never based upon insanity,. Even when my heart is beating hurry up the moment's
try some fancy cheese. Or peruse the galleries. Phineas I wonder if oil-based paint is . combustible. as a rocket fuel. Isabella Isn't this a perfect day?. How do I look in this beret?. Phineas Oh, that
your bitter words you kick me in the gutter. But my troops are bigger than yours. 'Cause you'll never stand my fight. Ours is a family that's based upon tradition. But with my careless words I tread
Oh, children of the future. Conceived in the toilets at Meadow hall. To be raised on the cheap cold slabs of garage floors. Rolling empty cans down the stairway. Don't you love that sound
