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Every Solution Has Its Problem [Clean] (Start Trouble) · My Heart Has a Mind of Its Own (Susan Raye) · My Heart Has a Mind of Its Own (Connie Smith) · Every Solution Has Its Problem (Start Trouble) · Every Song Has Its Play (Gilbert O'Sullivan) · Every Solution Has Its Problem (Trouble Is) · Love Has Found Its Way (Dennis Brown) · The Boy with the Thorn in His Side (The Smiths) · The World Is a Thorn [CD/DVD] [Deluxe Edition] (Demon Hunter) · Thorn (Antonio FaraĆ²) – and 90 other albums »


Lies, it all comes down on the guilty ones
Hides, their faceless looks it has begun
Dark, some dangerously oblivious
Mark, was in the eyes that
of dejection nestled in conformity
Called by name, enthralled or covetous
Mesmerized, it's everything I am
Pick the poison, my thirst, her existence
these fantastic amalgams
Painting casket bound careers to pierce gunning with classic albums
Security's the javelin, catch it; labor
Clocked in at seven
dance upon stages of dead roses and don your primordial crown of poison thorns.
Ah, a Jack in the box are you then? Hiding inside and astounding me with
to lie upon?
It was the thorn beneath the flower that I wasn't counting on.
And now you're gone, gone, gone.

The memories are bittersweet;
The taste you
Another era has come to an end 
You'll return to where it began 
Wandering at night on Ypres Road 
To determine why you walk in the woods alone
know this was supposed to be for my album tho?)
(Oh whateva)
(Its okay)

When I send a sickness (ease down) dark soldiers
Fallin' in with flying
know this was supposed to be for my album tho?)
(Oh whateva)
(Its okay)

When I send a sickness (ease down) dark soldiers
Fallin' in with flying
and guilty, dastardly, mastery 

My felony melody has to be a bastards masterpiece 

Stop graftin me, chump-ass niggaz eyein me, temp me 

I'll break it
Eyed Peas
    Drop It Low Lyrics
    by Ester Dean
    At The Bottom Lyrics
    by Brand New
    Somebody To Love Lyrics
    by Leighton Meester
were stuffed in snow
Now my culture's pierced, by the greatest accountance I've ever known
It's nothing personal, hip-hop design has gotten vain,
So
were stuffed in snow
Now my culture's pierced, by the greatest accountance I've ever known
It's nothing personal, hip-hop design has gotten vain,
So
Give me the cue
Skip the introduction
Proceed the lip function
The junction get rushed by some grimy people busting weed
Splatter your melons like
worse than it was (nooo)
Playin marbles (playin marbles) hit by a bus (hit by a bus)
Death is sweet (death is sweet) hell sucks (sucker)
Damien probably
enlightenment, and by the erudite tongue of Herodotus, I may have found it! Ancient tradition of this land has long spoken of strange flashes of light emanating
featuring Big Punisher KRS One 
[KRS One] Ha ha. Never fear. KRS! 
Verse one: KRS One 
I'd rather have a hundred thousand true heads by me 
Than
from the thorns in His skull cleanse you from thoughts, the blood that was on His face He has covered the things that you may not want to face up
featuring Big Punisher KRS One 
[KRS One] Ha ha. Never fear. KRS! 
Verse one: KRS One 
I'd rather have a hundred thousand true heads by me 
Than
that are exhibited Like the one of the Coors Lights that says " body you requests it " As saying "My poison it needs to you! It buys my product! Tripea,
shoulder... ? Aw, you're fulla shit, man... ah, listen, by the way, before I go on; did you get those white albums I sent ya with the pencil on the front... ?