Real things conditioning will lose their meaning. The toilet starts flushing; sets me off again. But I am a thorn, I read it in your face. The cough's a thunderclap, my head's a tape recorder.
Real things conditioning will lose their meaning. The toilet starts flushing; sets me off again. But I am a thorn, I read it in your face. The cough's a thunderclap, my head's a tape recorder.