It s one of blue s clues.
Ill wag my tail untill the roof tops disipear.
Lyrics for don t want to go feat.
But like the rain they start to heal.
Wait for you lyrics.
Go periscope by nigel good feat.
I wag my tail until the rooftops disappear.
Over the hill of flannel covered trees i wag my tail until the rooftops disappear under the sound of stars that fish for dreams that never come but like rain they start to heal i don t want to wait i don t want to miss you i don t want to wait i don t want to go want a way want a way want a way want a way to get away but but i wait but i wait but i wait but i wait for you okay now hear me when i say i m leaving winter for the spring can t feel the heat now on my skin and then it stops.
Under the sound of stars that fish for dreams that never come.
I wag my tail until the rooftops disappear under the sound of stars that fish for dreams that never come but like the rain they start to heal i don t want to wait i don t want to miss you.
When it comes i want to wail mail mailbox comes in and steve sits in the thinking chair mailbox.
Got a letter for ya.
Over the hill of flannel covered trees.
It makes me want to wag my tail.
I can live in a house or live in a shed and i come out to play when you are in bed.
406 i tremble at each breath of air and yet can heaviest burdens bear.
Hey steve did you know there s a pawprint on your window.
I don t want to miss you.
I wag my tail until the rooftops disappear under the sound of stars that fish for dreams that never come but like rain they start to heal i don t want to wait i don t want to miss you i don t want to wait i don t want to go want a way want a way want a way want a way to get away but but i wait but i wait but i wait but i wait for you.
I don t want to wait.
My tail is long my coat is brown i like the country i like the town.
What a lucky window.
407 i am a house with two occupants sometimes one rarely three.
I don t want to wait.
Over the hill of flannel covered trees i wag my tail until the rooftops disappear under the sound of stars that fish for dreams that never come but like the rain.
What am i.
What am i.
