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me

From the halfway mark

Yeah, up a lazy river where that robin's song
Awakes a bright new mornin', we can roll along
A, a, a, there are blue
me

From the halfway mark

Yeah, up a lazy river where that robin's song
Awakes a bright new mornin', we can roll along
A, a, a, there are blue
me

From the halfway mark

Yeah, up a lazy river where that robin's song
Awakes a bright new mornin', we can roll along
A, a, a, there are blue
me

From the halfway mark

Yeah, up a lazy river where that robin's song
Awakes a bright new mornin', we can roll along
A, a, a, there are blue
Mansion in sorrow, mansion in the dark
Maybe tomorrow the Devils mark

The gates were locked from the inside
And Abigail was sure to die
Then
ain't coming
No room at the Holiday Inn - again
Well, maybe next year --
Or -- when

Mark
December 24th, ten PM eastern standard time
I can't
ain't coming
No room at the Holiday Inn - again
Well, maybe next year --
Or -- when

Mark
December 24th, ten PM eastern standard time
I can't
ain't coming
No room at the Holiday Inn - again
Well, maybe next year --
Or -- when

Mark
December 24th, ten PM eastern standard time
I can't
an honorarium to anyone with the code
ROGER & MARK
The code -
Well. . .?
COLLINS
A-N-G-E-L
Yet Robin Hooding isn't the solution
The powers that be must be
an honorarium to anyone with the code
ROGER & MARK
The code -
Well. . .?
COLLINS
A-N-G-E-L
Yet Robin Hooding isn't the solution
The powers that be must be
The fortune queen of New Orleans
Was brushing her cat in her black limousine
On the back seat were scratches
From the marks of men
Her fortune
The fortune queen of New Orleans,
Was brushing her cat in her black limousine
On the backseat were scratches from
The marks of men her fortune she
The fortune queen of New Orleans
Was brushing her cat in her black limousine
On the back seat were scratches
From the marks of men
Her fortune
The fortune queen of New Orleans,
Was brushing her cat in her black limousine
On the backseat were scratches from
The marks of men her fortune she
The fortune queen of New Orleans,
Was brushing her cat in her black limousine
On the backseat were scratches from
The marks of men her fortune she
the world was a perfume garden
I haven't yet learned to tame the creature there
And that at least I think is something good
All across the town
And across
Well, let me sing of the losers who lie
In the street as the last bus goes by
The pavements ar empty, the gutters run red while the fool toasts his god
The whir of passing traffic
The sighing of the breeze
Houseful of nothing
The awareness of a culture
That is fading by degrees
Houseful of nothing
The fortune queen of New Orleans,
Was brushing her cat in her black limousine
On the backseat were scratches from
The marks of men her fortune she
Yeah, he deserve an encore
And why not? These niggas acting like they want more
See they want me to be the bad guy
Robin Hood green I'm Peter Pan fly
And the youngest of the family is moving with authority.
Building castles by the sea, he dares the tardy tide to wash them all aside.
The cattle quietly grazing
again
Well, maybe next year or when

December twenty-fourth, ten p.m.
Eastern standard time
I can't believe a year went by so fast
Time to see, what
Well, maybe next year or when

December twenty-fourth, ten p.m.
Eastern standard time
I can't believe a year went by so fast
Time to see, what we have
Creates the ill scene shades for Robin to bring 
I'm funky fresh, I got style and finesse 

From the North to the South to the East and the West 
And if
to a rap jam
Even robins scream, "holy hip-hop biz man!"
I grab the microphone and go every which way but loose
'Cause I'm the ugly ducking that seduces