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Look at the wastelands of tomorrow
...What a beautiful sight
The sand turned into black stone
...The sea turned to ice
Sunlight covered by eternal
escape artist,
The weed in your garden in that place you’re still guarding
Where I am not a liar

I am the fighter, though not a boxer by trade
I am
When the night falls
I lay my head on shallow ground
Covered by the sand of desert dunes
I will be found

Write your name
With fingers in the sand
the black last page
The page of blood was written by them
The dead now lying on the sand

From the silent hill we scream loud your name
Mighty power
the tan on my skin, our names in the sand
Like the sound of the boat
Starting up, heading out of the bay
Girl you, faded away

I still taste the shots
pants, yeah
Bury a million in the sand, by the clock tower
Before I die, take a hot shower

Ride the Harley into the sunset

By chance I seen her in
"Get out the sky?" Nah!
Can you count the grains of sand on the beach or seashore
Knowin' everything ever taught by your teacher?
NOPE! But still this
We were walking 'long the ocean
Together hand in hand
When I stopped to write "I love you" in the sand
And when I looked up you were standing
Ten
out for a greater need
You write your name in the sand
Yes you, you, you, you, you write in a foreign hand
I'm not your saviour, I'm not here to help
kicked game and knocked the hoe
A lil' dick love in bitch
By the name of ???
I really did'nt kick no game
All I said was hey
She tourned around
Half ass
eyes of Coney Island sand
Hair dyed the blood of a foolish man

So proud to be by your side
We were a team no one denied

Even though I still miss
to the water to feel that sure
Of anything

I write your name down in the swollen sand 
And I walk out in the waves
I know you're here I feel you all around
to the water to feel that sure
Of anything

I write your name down in the swollen sand
And I walk out in the waves
I know you’re here I feel you all around me
In
slow
And still twist your tongues up
Rock the house from night
Till the sun's up
Cause it relly ain't
How much you say
it's what you sy
I got no fuckin'
destruction in the end 
Men of hate, men of war 
Fallen is your star, low 
Down with halbert, down the sword 
No more marching by the Lord 
Feach Mac Hugh,
twenty years time

Your Cherokee lover, Blue Duck was his name
He loved you in the sand hills before your great fame
I heard he stopped a bullet in 1885
twenty years time

Your Cherokee lover, Blue Duck was his name
He loved you in the sand hills before your great fame
I heard he stopped a bullet in
out of reasons that you don't call


And sometimes on my windowpane I write your name
Like we did in those grains of sand
Because in my mind
around but they never come close to
I can see it inside your face, you're in the wrong place
Cowards like you just get they whole body laced up
With bullet
Getting buried in the sand 
What you're holding in your hand
Let it go or else I'll keep it out of reach

Wishing you were here same as every years
rules, same old game
Still I'm haunted by the names
of all the friends, left behind
They weigh so heavy on my mind
At night I miss goin out on patrol
specialty be to write buff raps
Weakhearts, they hate me like my name was poll tax
I don't part for none, I be the Godsend, God gifted
I work nuff shifts
make me
I know that it's so hard to be true
Under the summer skies
I'll write your name in my cook
At a thousand times
And every day you're away
make me
I know that it's so hard to be true
Under the summer skies
I'll write your name in my cook
At a thousand times
And every day you're away
didn't know at first I learned by doing twice
But still they come to haunt me still they want their say
So I learn to dance with my hands in my pants