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in Thebes
Enthroned with cat-skinned girls
Her long dark hair braided with pearls

A red gown split revealed her thighs
As full lips rose
I was trained in Arizona,
In a secret desert camp
Where we did night manoeuvres
Without a lighted lamp.
I've got an old worn Trilby hat
That
laundry in the dark
Roger left a sleeper 
Across the District Line
His dad's a shipping clerk

Boys let's have a laugh
Let's have some mischief
Fill
out? Famous and trendy.

In people always have to smile in Vogue
They only travel by Concorde
Doing things you can't afford.
They are the fashion
that I made love to
It was in a park
In the lower pleasure gardens in Bournemouth
In summer just after dark

My mind was reeling: Oh what a feeling.
break
Here in the dark, yeah, we'll be saved
I don't care, no looking back
I've never been, never been, this far from home

[Chorus]

When's
I noticed when I walked in
The room went dark
Somebody better call the police
There's a guy here with no heart
He said he goes by the name
I noticed when I walked in
The room went dark
Somebody better call the police
There's a guy here with no heart
He said he goes by the name
By the shores of old Lake Michigan
Where the hawk wind blows so cold 
An old Cub fan lay dying
In his midnight hour, the toll

Around his bed,
By the shores of old Lake Michigan
Where the hawk wind blows so cold 
An old Cub fan lay dying
In his midnight hour, the toll

Around his bed,
Hook/Chorus:

Now I'm a rap fan who never saw Bam Rock the park
In the Bronx, but I still snap skulls in the dark

So can you recoginze shit is real
interview with Nostradamus
Written in quad trains and dark days are upon us
Bein' honest had a feelin' it would come to pass
But in '79 the ozone started
(graves)
and we take the minds of those are listening in interphase
and defind mind frames, everyone is king
and the pressures of the world are crumbled by
Don't get cocky, kids'll not remember you
Be loyal to your fans and always tell the truth in interviews
Me, Prev, Rob, yo we do our job in intervals
I don't need to paint

I painted over ten thousand paintings
Sad ones, funny ones, dark ones and light ones
I've done haystacks and rich old ladies by
Black Mayors, Black Senators 
Why you ain't got no Black Editors? 
Every time I do an interview in Rolling Stone 
They sendin' me a writer that look
like this
Well I was comin' home late one dark afternoon
A reporter stopped me for a interview
She said she's heard stories and she's heard fables
You got me, willin to try, looked me in the eye
My head is still in the sky, since you walked on by
I'm feelin high, got my imagination flickerin like
the Master Gee
Well, my name is known all over the world
By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls.
I'm goin' down in history
As the baddest rapper there
Resist every move they make by fulfilling our own hearts 

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Well I was comin' home late one dark afternoon
A reporter stopped me for a interview
She said she's heard stories and she's heard fables
like this
Well I was comin' home late one dark afternoon
A reporter stopped me for a interview
She said she's heard stories and she's heard fables
like this
Well I was comin' home late one dark afternoon
A reporter stopped me for a interview
She said she's heard stories and she's heard fables
like this
Well I was comin' home late one dark afternoon
A reporter stopped me for a interview
She said she's heard stories and she's heard fables
like this
Well I was comin' home late one dark afternoon
A reporter stopped me for a interview
She said she's heard stories and she's heard fables