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black birds
That scattered as we landed on St. Stephen's day

The Hesperus has bought me here to try to find you
Drawn in by the blinded eye
NEVER SHOULD'VE STARTED
WRITERS ERIC CLAPTON, STEPHEN BISHOP

Holy Mother, where are you?
Tonight I feel broken in two.
I've seen the stars fall from
why

I like to think that I know quite a lot
But with you it feels like I forgot
I wish that I could explain who you are
But when I try to I never get
up inside...

But she just wants to Fly...
And she says...

"I WANNA LIVE ON BLONDE STREET
I WANNA LIVE ON BLONDE STREET"


(c) 1996 Stephen Bishop
and guillotines 
Taking lives denied
Starch and parchment laid the laws 
When bishops took the ride
Only to deceive
Oh I know I 
Lived this life afore
and guillotines 
Taking lives denied
Starch and parchment laid the laws 
When bishops took the ride
Only to deceive
Oh I know I 
Lived this life afore
and guillotines 
Taking lives denied
Starch and parchment laid the laws 
When bishops took the ride
Only to deceive
Oh I know I 
Lived this life afore
Listen what I tell you
We are simple ones
But we well complex ooh
We are peaceful ones
Who know when fe vex
So if you don't dig the dreadlocks zone
You
Trust me,
I don't know where I'm going, you can drop me there.

Don't understand how the roles are reversed
And now it's me that's freaked out by
"This is a message for Paul Oakenfold, how are you? 
Its Anita Baymont Hunter Thompson's assistant, 
I'm going through the messages, 
Just getting
here my attitude is just that you may never know my mind
Or know just what I'm thinkin' if I don't let you inside
Yeah inside my mental I know you
A is for Adam and he was the first man
be	 for the brimstone that rained on the land
see is for Cain, he slew his brother you know
D is for Daniel who
And justice goes to those who pay
Friend, these aren't laughing matters
The truth is scarier by far
Than anything that Stephen King could write
The stories in
victory ohoh victory won't you stand up on your feet and sing along 
Oh victory, v-I-c-t-o-r-y won't you stand up on you feet and sing along with me
Oh
Every once and a while I start to contemplate how a person like me could be used by the great God. Then I look at those who lived before me, in their
to you plain and simple cause you know its played
Holla at 'em doggy dogg, go and do that thing
OK, son, tell you like my nigga "Pootie Tang"
I got that
of these
Afflictions eclipsed by glory
And I realize how beautiful you are
And how great your affections for me

Oh how he loves us so
Oh how he loves
're the norm

Who made you the word cop?
Well, If I don't, the words are theirs and that's sick

You'll become like them if you don't stop
No, no, no you
of all the obstacles in his path
Look at the legacy of hope that you gave us
And as I look around me at those who live by his teachings
And bless
as grace
Your mercy, how it strengthens me, in mercy I exist

What am I that you should mind, yet you've redeemed us by your hand
And who can challenge you
you know 'bout checkin' yo' paper for a down-a** bottom hoe
Or snatchin' yo' new fur model mink with the hood off the hanger
24-karat rings standin'
my pride
Of lying is probable pesticide
Infected by the viruses that bedbugs are infested by
Rhyming enigma I keep 'em guessing
My rhymes are like
are mere residuals for my bidding
For my disposal to dispose of, who are you kidding
Nightfall, I stuff the rook, then I'm looking for
the original
of these afflictions eclipsed by glory,
And I realize just how beautiful You are,
And how great Your affections are for me.

And oh, how He loves us so,
What do I do next?" said the bishop to the priest,
"I have spent my whole life waiting, preparing for the feast,
And now you say Jerusalem has