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New Map of the World (Paul Colman) · Just a Map -- A Lullaby to the World (Christianne Tisdale) · Plain White Wrapper (Harry Veygel) · White Light White Heat White Trash (Social Distortion) · Back on the Map (Slapshot) · Step on It/Back on the Map (Slapshot) · Map of the Universe by Blink (Blink) · All Over the Map (Ronnie Jay Wheeler) · A Map of All Our Failures (My Dying Bride) · A Map of the Floating City (Thomas Dolby) – and 90 other albums »


[8B] We some presidential players, with money by the layers
[8B] Ain't nuthin you broke ass niggaz do that can fade us
[TS] I won't stop rappin, I
mistake"
The postman cried while reading the mail
And we all got trampled in the Christmas parade

And the white tooth man who sold me a gun
A map
be heard

The long years of living, day-to-day giving
Had carved out a map on his face
With little to lose, he’d learned how to choose
And his choices
from the chill
And by the grace of God
We will be in Massachusetts

You can tell me about the times you spent
In the Rockies and on the plains
Please
fighting, the way like lovers do
Lover's ABC

We're getting off our beaten track
And find our way without a map
Leavin' our do's and don'ts
Just do what
All my life was a paper once plain, pure and white.
Till you moved with your pen changin' moods now and then
till the balance was right
Then you
All my life was a paper
Once plain, pure and white
Till you moved with your pen, changin' moods now and then
Till the balance was right
Then you
All my life was a paper once plain, pure and white.
Till you moved with your pen changin' moods now and then
till the balance was right
Then you
All my life was a paper
Once plain, pure and white
Till you moved with your pen, changin' moods now and then
Till the balance was right
Then you
All my life was a paper once plain, pure and white
Till you moved with your pen changin' moods now and then
Till the balance was right
Then you
Innocent Sunday morning
As plain as the Sunday before
I thought as she told me her story
I don't think I can hear these anymore

Charting a map
White are the far-off plains, 
And white the fading forests grow;
The wind dies out along the height
And denser still the snow,
A gathering weight
Sometimes it feels like this world is spinning faster 
Than it did in the old days 
So naturally, we have more natural disasters 
From the strain
Just something radical 
Lost the sense of sweet things 
Who's gonna take me widely? 

Guided by the pinball map 
The driver, still unknown to me
The mean governess of the huge pink maps,
The solitary mourner of a prince.

Queen Victoria,
I am cold and rainy,
I am dirty as a glass roof in a train
does all that noise go
Underneath all of that white

With thaws scarcely mentioned I dug out my truck
By the time the storm cleared I was gone
Back
miss Mayberry
Sitting on the porch drinking ice cold cherry coke
Where everything is black and white

Picking on a six string
When people pass by
the impenetrable haze
Through shapeless fog
Scattered through these desolate plains
White shine the bones, Eater of gods

As if mercy were a skin of water
We
All my life was a paper once plain, pure and white.
Till you moved with your pen changin' moods now and then
till the balance was right
Then you
Zooropa bluer kind of white
Zooropa it could be yours tonight
We're mild and green
And squeaky clean

(What do you want?)
(What do you want?)
(What
and white.
You are the rich brown earth, and I'm the flowers that grow.

We'll have children (Lua), of the Kingdom (Joshua).
They won't be torn by war, nor
White light
Mission classified 
Neural probe
Map your mind target
Run the maze my loyal pet
Recall your orders and the rest forget
You are
white church with a gravel lot
A two lane road where the world drops off
Where the middle of nowhere everybody sings about

Pick any small town
All my life was a paper once plain, pure and white.
Till you moved with your pen changin' moods now and then
till the balance was right
Then you
All my life was a paper
Once plain, pure and white
Till you moved with your pen, changin' moods now and then
Till the balance was right
Then you