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on to the shore, they'll be taking the key from the door. 

I don't want no god on my lawn 
Just a flower I can help along 
'Cause the soul of no body knows
to be too much 

I take time out and pray, and ask that you be my crutch 

Lord I am not perfect by a longshot -- I confess to you daily 

But I
to be too much 

I take time out and pray, and ask that you be my crutch 

Lord I am not perfect by a longshot -- I confess to you daily 

But I
and ask that you be my crutch.
Lord, I am not perfect by a long shot; I confess to you daily
But I work harder everyday, and I hope that you hear me.
In
make a deal with.
On either side there is resistance
to the thought of change.
Eventually there is a moment
When one by one the zen machine guns fall
from cold night,in the morning.
'Tis the morning of my life.

In the daytime I will meet you as before.
You will find me waiting by the ocean floor,
you're the only one

Is it worth it
What are we doing
Let's not be martyrs
For the sake of love

This is a burden
Of our own choosing
It'd be
on your face
I’ve gotta question your intentions.
You’re playing this one by the book.
Which of the version you're preaching from?
That song you once ?

I
champion, a hand to hold your pretty hand in.
Darlin' companion, now you know you'll never be abandoned.
Love will always light our landin', I can depend
and intestines clean
But I can't think, open for business, infected
Every particle pulled in a separate direction
I gotta find away to keep the noises outside
overcoat
They never said your name 
But I knew just who they meant
 
I was so surprised and shocked, and I wondered, too
If by chance you heard it for
of the 'xilliary
Talkin' 'bout love like it's apple pie and libery
To really be a saint, you gotta really be a virgin
Dry as a page of the King James Version
No
Spek] 

bring me to the end and I'll be me 

open up your eyes wide so you can see 

it's thick to be me 

how I kick my rhymes down pat
y'all rat bitches sound garbage
While me and Ross like the hood version of bombings
Bars give me style like when you steppin in my
The 38 special in my
what more can i say/ you want to hang wit us ridin/ you'll be hiding while we're gliding/ flying by and shit/ you better quite trying/ before you and all
out and get freedom

One bad decision after the next
Just getting by, letting you figure me, oh 
Jesus call him when you want him
Call him when you
I wanted us to be
Left without something I can't find in you
Sparked by an intermittent touch
I am sure that you never again will have all of me
on the Seattle scene
You've gotta do somethin' they ain't never seen
So thinkin' up a gimmick one day
We decided to be the only band that wouldn't play a note
a jig.
You've gotta be as busy as a bee
To be a Mister B. I. G.
And if you want some dig-dig-dignity,
You've gotta dig, dig, dig, dig, dig for your
from mine,

You and I - Were ruined by
This desert between us
I walked through the valley
And stared into death

This instance of a distance
Designed
different person
Started smokin', started drinkin', started cursin'
Went from pg to the x rated version
She used to be a mormon
Now she on the pole
n****)
La-la familia (Get confronted by a real n****)
F*** with one of my real n****s
(It's on like night fall, summertime gotta ball)
How'd it feel to be
nigga)
La-la familia (Get confronted by a real nigga)
Fuck with one of my real niggas
(It's on like night fall, summertime gotta ball)
How'd it feel to be
summertime gotta ball
How'd it feel to be a real nigga?

I done jumped off my ass, hit the lick and barely pass
But I quickly got to to ballin'
2012 ain't
Chocolate version of you
I'm praying with all of my might
I'll wake up this'll still be true
I'll wake up this'll still be true

I guess it makes sense