that's not how the story goes- a series of unfortunate events.
Immortals lyrics: hey say we are what we are But we don't have to be I'm bad behavior but I do it in the best way I'll be the watcher (watcher) Of the eternal flame I'll be the guard dog Of all your fevered dreams Ooh oo oo oo oo oo oo oo oo oo ooh I am the sand bottom half of the hourglass (glass, glass) Ooh oo oo oo oo oo oo oo oo oo ooh I try to picture myself without you but I can't 'Cause we could be immortals (immortals) Just not for long (for long) You live with me forever now You pull the blackout curtains down Just not for long (for long) We could be immor-immortals Immor-immortals Immor-immortals Immor-immortals Immortals Sometimes the only payoff for having any faith Is when it's tested again and again every day I'm still comparing your past to my future It might be over but they're not sutures Ooh oo oo oo oo oo oo oo oo oo ooh I am the sand bottom half of the hourglass (glass, glass) Ooh oo oo oo oo oo oo oo oo oo ooh I try to picture myself without you but I can't 'Cause we could be immortals (immortals) Just not for long (for long) You live with me forever now You pull the blackout curtains down Just not for long (for long) We could be immor-immortals Immor-immortals Immortals Live with me forever now Pull the blackout curtains down We could be immortals (immortals) Just not for long (for long) We could be immor-immortals Immor-immortals Immor-immortals Immor-immortals Immortals wellerman lyrics: There once was a ship that put to sea And the name of that ship was the Billy o' Tea The winds blew hard, her bow dipped down Blow, me bully boys, blow (huh) Soon may the Wellerman come To bring us sugar and tea and rum One day, when the tonguing is done We'll take our leave and go She had not been two weeks from shore When down on her a right whale bore The captain called all hands and swore He'd take that whale in tow (huh) Soon may the Wellerman come To bring us sugar and tea and rum One day, when the tonguing is done We'll take our leave and go Before the boat had hit the water The whale's tail came up and caught her All hands to the side, harpooned and fought her When she dived down below (huh) Soon may the Wellerman come To bring us sugar and tea and rum One day, when the tonguing is done We'll take our leave and go No line was cut, no whale was freed An' the captain's mind was not on greed But he belonged to the Whaleman's creed She took that ship in tow (huh) Soon may the Wellerman come To bring us sugar and tea and rum One day, when the tonguing is done We'll take our leave and go For forty days or even more (ooh) The line went slack then tight once more All boats were lost, there were only four And still that whale did go Soon may the Wellerman come To bring us sugar and tea and rum One day, when the tonguing is done We'll take our leave and go As far as I've heard, the fight's still on The line's not cut, and the whale's not gone The Wellerman makes his regular call To encourage the captain, crew and all Soon may the Wellerman come To bring us sugar and tea and rum One day, when the tonguing is done We'll take our leave and go Soon may the Wellerman come To bring us sugar and tea and rum One day, when the tonguing is done We'll take our leave and go that's not how the story goes lyrics: You may think that the Baudelaires ought to prevail, and be tucked some place all safe and sound. Count Olaf captured and rotting in jail, his henchpeople nowhere around. But there’s no happy endings, not here and not now, this tale is all sorrows and woes. You may dream that justice and peace win the day, but that’s not how the story goes. You might think that two parents, both brave and both true, would live till a nice ripe old age, but I’m sad to say I have bad news for you, the curtain rings down on the stage. Yes there’s no happy endings, not here and not now, this tale is all sorrows and woes. You might dream that justice and peace win the day, but that’s not how the story goes. I once loved a girl, and she thought well of me, we thought we’d be happy together, but now I’m alone as you can well see, she’s cold in her grave forever. There’s no happy endings, not here and not now, this tale is all sorrows and woes. You might dream that justice and peace win the day, but that’s not how the story goes. The world is a pair of ill-fitting pants, and other dire, hideous clothes. You might think that three children would lead pleasant lives, but that’s not how the story goes. Some people smile at the end of the day. Some people laugh I suppose. But to me there is nothing but gloom and despair, that’s just how the story goes. That's just how the story-! (COUGH)
