them go. Chorus Chris Martin, AyraStarr. All thе good, good feelings. Don't ever let, don't ever let them. Don't ever let them go. Don't ever let, don't ever let them. All those good, good feelings
I never thought I'd find the hands to hold my heart. Whaddya know? We'll skip to the good part. Where we are here and now. What's to come, butterflies. I hope these words will give you something
part of Skip Wiley's crusade. Tourists were cackin' and tourists were packin'. While he and Skink cooled their heels in the shade. . Then came the citrus sensation. "Welcome to the revolution", He
style. Been watching you for a while. I said. Oh yeah. Let's dance and then. Let's skip to the good bit. Oh!. Let's skip to the good bit. Oh! So, been here two days long. Still not stepped that
