. Walking the land with twelve good men that follow talking the hand of one whose blind. Curing the lame causing mutes to speak miracles prevail to the open mind. Chain him jail him judge and crucify find
and made a mess. . I picture your face in the back of my eyes,. A fire in the attic, a proof of the prize,. Anna-molly, anna-molly, anna-molly. . A cloud hangs over,. And mutes my happiness,. A
picture your face at the back of my eyes. A fire in the attic, a proof of the prize. Anna Molly, Anna Molly, Anna Molly A cloud hangs over and mutes my happiness. A thousand ships couldn't sail me back
picture your face at the back of my eyes. A fire in the attic, a proof of the prize. Anna Molly, Anna Molly, Anna Molly A cloud hangs over and mutes my happiness. A thousand ships couldn't sail me back
