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Your body is the shoreline
Sometimes I am the sea
Clinging desperately
Feeling all the contours
Ebbing away
Pulled by the tides
The moon
This evening the moon dreams more lazily
As some fair woman, lost in cushions deep
With gentle hand caresses listlessly
The contour of her breasts
This evening the moon dreams more lazily
As some fair woman, lost in cushions deep
With gentle hand caresses listlessly
The contour of her breasts
and contrast
But deceived by this contour of images so vast

With gravity behind me
And destiny in hand

With gravity behind me
And destiny in hand
My
This evening the moon dreams more lazily
As some fair woman, lost in cushions deep
With gentle hand caresses listlessly
The contour of her breasts
This evening the moon dreams more lazily
As some fair woman, lost in cushions deep
With gentle hand caresses listlessly
The contour of her breasts
of the past

And evermore the torment lasts
The solar serpent shines
You traced the contours of a union
Where only greed survives

Convicted by the mass
Caught in this turmoil
Right sized vacancy
Detrimental reasoning
Logic factor deafening

Complicate my contour
Distort my fabrication
Inducing
Ghost of Mother
Lingering death
Ghost on Mother's bed
Black strands on the pillow
Contour of her health
Twisted face upon the head

Ghost
scarey 
So hold me in your arms 
I want to be your only possession

Used, used, used by men 

All they leave behind is money 
Paper made out
Ghost of Mother
Lingering death
Ghost on Mother's bed
Black strands on the pillow
Contour of her health
Twisted face upon the head

Ghost
lost. 
Awoken by a sound or scent,  
Some visions call sad phantoms, floating, 
Wrapped in fading colours our  lament. 

And then there is
been written in Braille
It seems the more that we touch, the more we learn about our failings

I'm struck speechless by the nape of your neck
But
How was the cold
Along the path I determined to hold
Although it coiled round a perilous wing
Blinded by hot gas and carving off steam
There was
tight to the contours of your body
And the dead grass stuck to fibers from us rolling in the lay-by
Were passed to dog-haired blankets
That protected
The freedom of the night
I waited at the corner for you
By the orange lamp light

[Chorus]
Your flowers are hand grenades
Your words are weapons of their
moue
Lui te le rend sur les couv'
De ton choix
C'est une affaire entendue
Quand bien même on entend plus
Ton album

Quand tu vas jouer dans la
the weakness in your line
By night you were surrounded; your territory mine
I called for your surrender; this you swore you would not do
So I stormed the very
the weakness in your lines
By night you were surrounded and your territory mine

I called for your surrender; this you swore you would not do
So I stormed
to feast, I look to the East
that's why I'm never scared of the beast
even though they try to prey upon me
I'm protected by the one always greater than me
to know what's so important
about reading maps raised up like hills?
You can memorize each contour line
and still get lost in touch like a true lover
with the style -
Of the house that I dream of;
That I'll build after a while.

The roof of it will have peak lines,
And contours that dip;
And form
Stevie Wonder couldn't see it
I'm catchin wreck so beat it
Yo I contour my lines, to freak a funky rhyme
to fit you like a pair of Calvin Kleins
Mad
MCing, the contours of the land
Intricate architects that's linked to a plan
The W U hyphen T A N G
My rap flow automatic and never empty
Don't tempt
the contours of the land
Intricate architects, that's linked to a plan

The W you hyphen T A N G
My rap flow automatic and never empty
Don't tempt me, quick