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Bound by the science that lives on the lips of the wise

The beating of a million drums
The fire of a million guns
The mother of a million sons
say
We used to dance the night away

Me and my sister me and my brother
We used to walk down by the river
Mama lives in Mandeville
I can hardly
man's son and Wednesday's child all is white that is not black,
They dance in symbiotic deadlock--one step forward two steps back,

Playing karmic
A ragged suitcase in his hand, he steals silently away from the circus grounds
And the highway's haunted by the carnival sounds
They dance like a great
of bloodsport, the slugs are still in wall
Call it a New York state of mind, gotta take mine
In the daytime, the Jakes'll hit ya forty-one times
So I live by
denial the rest of your days.

Once you are dead I will dance on your grave.

Not as long as we both shall live,
The son you begotten,
He will never
A ragged suitcase in his hand, he steals silently away from the circus grounds
And the highway's haunted by the carnival sounds
They dance like a great
Let's dance in style,
Let's dance for a while
Heaven can wait we're only watching the skies
Hoping for the best but expecting the worst
Are you
to live.

10,000 witnesses, show รข??em how it's done, son.
Fist full of cottonmouth, rock that podium.
Walk on the ashes, no half stepping, kid.
Their
After defying the grip of the hangman's noose
And recovering my cognisance
Spun a compass north by northwest
And took levity out for a long slow
Never make my enemy public
I'm a private dancer
Dancing for money
(Let's get together, let's rock!)

D-d-d-d-dance Monkey
Dance you god damn Monkey
Do
by the lives we live
If it changes it'll be God's prediction, so pain inflicted, like Jane's Addiction
Live right like Christians, but dance with
need

This is where we used to live
You were scared. You all were.
You cast me out, all for one, family.
You draw my blood, they will burn down your
tribes rule their lives
By water
And seething hordes raise their swords
And kill for water
In a world of drought
Water is lord of all

In a driven
And smile hello to the air 

O the new children dance -- I am young
All around the balloons -- I will live
Swaying by chance -- I am strong
To the breeze
Was the night - I was young 
When my father called for his first born son 
Took me place at his side 
While this great chief raged in the fire
No chair.

People said to the father, "You get out
Of here, too. Take your magic wand and
Your son!" The boy and his father were
Ostracized. That
now it's Blastmaster KRS-One 
When we come in the dance, my lyrics not done 
Pray to my father cause yes me are the son 
Cause you are the guide
Concealed from the view
Hidden from the knowledge of Men
A little kind through trees it lives
Nymphs of dark and lust
" Fairy of bad fate!"

Somebody
Republic
By the time I got to Motor Vehicle, Motor Vehicle was closed
Oh it was closed?
Yeah it was closed
Oh what's your name son?
My name is Frankie Nato,
They hung a sign up in our town
"If you live it up, you won't live it down"
So she left Monte Rio, son
Just like a bullet leaves a gun
With her
sweat pants

The way the tech dance
On a nigga face
Son ain't have a chance
Seen him high pitch yellow nigga

From outta town a young mellow ally
Stop!

Night falls and I'm running in circles (Wohoo Wohoo)
I'm being chased by my imagination (Wohoo Wohoo)

Tell me I'm forgiven say you'll always
Stop!

Night falls and I'm running in circles (Wohoo Wohoo)
I'm being chased by my imagination (Wohoo Wohoo)

Tell me I'm forgiven say you'll always
3:^^^^^^^^ not an italian word...
3:song of Sudan
1:una tanza trishi del vento
2:una danza triste del vento
3:a sad dance of the wind
4:una danzatrice del