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Black muse we've been so abused
Our mothers were good-looking and our fathers were to
But if they don't stay together
We can't walk no better
I killed my muse yesterday or was it yesteryear?
And I built you the great machine to amplify my fear
Would it matter to you if I say nothing as I
tonight
Snap! my phone already rang twice and I forgot to bring the wine
Tell me
Do you ride, to where the muses hide, do you like the sight

As we
Out of the blue
Heaven sent you
A vision of beauty, made you my duty
To make you my muse
I can't believe, I've lasted this long
Inspired by you,
never die without a fight
My suburban muse

Green grass towering high
This white house, in it we'll die
A thousand tiny lies take the place of you
Now, me and this friend named, Streetlife Brown
We got a bottle of red and walked downtown
One hand on the jug and one on time
He said, "I bet you
Beautiful dark muse
Need your affection
You are my dream come true
You leave me breathless
You hypnotize me
Can't live without this
You mesmerize me
the music
Basquiats, Warhols serving as my muses
My house like a museum, so I see 'em when I'm peeing
Usually you have this much taste you European
That's
the oversized Rolley let me show the how to do it
When I say it then you see, it ain't only in the music
Basquiats, Warhols serving as my muses
My house like
again
Take your hurt, a muse of sin
With my heart in my hands again

And this is where it began
Shot through a shattered lens
And there is virtue in
emptiness.
Oh officer, oh let me send her to a cheap hotel -
I'll pay the bill and make her well - like hell you bloody will!
No do-good over kill. We must
whine of our different times but 
Me, I'm fine with the mirrors this far away

For the muse in our bodies to function
Rain gonna fall on the hills
what would we do?
Living upon that moon, shoot at the stars
Build motels and bars and try to find someone to screw
Try to feel somewhere to muse

White
Infatuated with a lunatic and cornered by the muse 
And it goes down every might 
This must be what jail is really like 
And I will scratch my way out
Infatuated with a lunatic and cornered by the muse 
And it goes down every might 
This must be what jail is really like 
And I will scratch my way out
against this next line

He said, don't let the sunshine fool you
And don't let the bluebirds tool ya
And don't let the women do ya
Put your hand in
people pretending they don't see the actress and the actress wishing that they could
We could do ayahuasca
Baby if I wasn't holding all these drinks
show you this is as real as it gets
Take me out the game, you might even do it (Yeah, we gon' see, right)
Christian Louboutin, Jimmy Choo and Louis
Didn't intend to enrage
You say I've got a way with words
You say I always run to them 

Tonight I feel abandoned
By the muse of my heart
Tear by
would never
I start to think that you're my muse because you get me so inspired
We can do whatever we choose and live our lives right on the wire
I
(this ain't about you) 
Another song 
This ain't about you 
Another song 
I can write another song 

I can do it by myself 
No, I don't need you
That couldn't exist outside,
Of progress, and distress
Was our muse to create,
A little hope
Without the fear of being rejected

Where do we stand now?
Paul McCartney

There's an urgency I'm feeling for the first time
It's all mine
Do we dream about each other at the same time?
All night
This might
Buy me a room
With bed and a muse (?) this is almost resourceful

Stop. Don't hit the breaks
They don't do a thing
We made it to nowhere with no time
as a muse
And keep you up all night
With trading stories of whispering love

All I want, all I need
All I want, is to be, ohh
Do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do