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heaven this music I hear

When your lips say I love you in waltz time my dear
There must be a power much higher than I a writer of love songs way up in
love you in waltz time my dear
There must be a power much higher than I
A writer of love songs way up in the sky
The maker of roses of love sweet
lanterns,
In the mist of some sweet afternoon
And I'll see what you've chained to your sorrow,
All your sheep and your lillies of snow

Take this waltz
love you in waltz time my dear
There must be a power much higher than mine
A writer of love songs way up in the sky
The maker of roses of love sweet
, this waltz, this waltz
With its very own breath of brandy and death
Dragging its tail in the sea

And I'll dance with you in Vienna
I'll be wearing
the mist of some sweet afternoon
And I'll see what you've chained to your sorrow
All your sheep and your lillies of snow

I, I-I-I
Take this waltz, take this
Beautiful, that's the piece that's done by the hands of god (yeah)
Beautiful, women even though your life gets hard
Here's a song just to let you know what
right there

I proudly proclaim my love
The futures born from my own flesh and blood
All that matters, this time
So my prayers that the sun will always
the ever-dying sign 
Cross your fingers in the sky for those about to BE. 
There am I waiting along the sand. 

Cast your sweet spell upon the land and sea.
(Female voice sings throughout song)
I love it (Ha, I know ya do)
I love it (I know ya do)
I love it

(Psycho Les)
You need to save all your bullshit
caper
now who's said that I was all for my own
not did a flesson-flit to brontosaurus on
here goes the adible eats 'cause I eat sweets
not stakes summits
talk whatever we could do that it's your dime)
(From harlem's from where I came, don't worry about my name,)
(Up on one-two-five they call me sweet
A little bit of head I'm on my way
Six naw shit col. I don't play
So lets have an orgy
Let me bust a nut all on your face
Give me 2 minutes and I'll be
Smoke some weed
Keep me high
Til I die, die, I'll be high, high
I feel my weekend buzz
Cause I'm still fucked up from the weekday
Weekend buzz,
A little bit of head I'm on my way
Six naw shit col. I don't play
So lets have an orgy
Let me bust a nut all on your face
Give me 2 minutes and I'll be
The success of Plan be
Alotta people think
It's been candy
Sweet and dandy
It can be
Minus all the envy
And all these underground cats
Wanna slam me
Yeah I
writin'
What my thought says
A little house
A little car
A little sweet girl
Thank you Lord
I'll try to slow it down
On the cheap thrills
This song
you say, but you're still on your own at night.
You've got to make such a noise to understand the silence,
Screaming like a jackass, ringing ears so
Will you please take your seats
And clear the isle

Mic check

I be doing things on my own, and ain't no need for a mentor
Girls want to see me