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White chalk hills are all I've known
White chalk hills will rot my bones
White chalk sticking to my shoes
White chalk playing as a child with you
Someday when our dream world finds us 
And these hard times are gone
We'll laugh and count our blessings
In a mansion all our own 
If we both
Someday when our dream world finds us 
And these hard times are gone
We'll laugh and count our blessings
In a mansion all our own 
If we both
that ragged army 
Limped across these fields of mine 
I gave them bread, I gave them brandy 
Most of all, I gave them time 
My well is deep,
keep

these are our times this problem much to big to hold
For you and I far too high to reach
We can begin by holding close the things we know
Someday when our dream world finds us 
And these hard times are gone
We'll laugh and count our blessings
In a mansion all our own 
If we both
Yes and i'm, held by the ring.
You can walk on balls of fire,
But sometimes you might bleed.

There are times when i have begged you
And you do
Now go over there and blow up Dru Hill's arms
Fuck your love songs

This kind of music, use it, and you get amped to do shit
Whenever you hear some shit
Years are passing by
Warden I am, Lemurian guard

Through these lonely hills
Where the hands of moory fog
Reach for the beating hearts
of the unknown love
And then they pointed out the window to this stone
All by myself, beneath the tree, beside the hill
And on that winter night
I read these
you wish you'd never gone?
There are some things memories can't bring home.
Hills of home, hills of home,
Families scattered off and gone.
These old
These are good times, out on a limb with each other.
Did you ever think that we might end up out here?
These are goodd times, sitting by
I'll make supper for myself
I'll watch the clock upon the shelf
I'll clean this broken house

Is your time better spent?
By giving such a small
of mail
Who road by the cross to die?
Did they all go down into worthiness?
Is it wrong for a king to cry?
And who are these ones who would have us now
To these, our boys
And let them love, Peter
For they've had no time
They should have trees, and bird songs,
And hills to climb
The taste of summer in
Dru Hill and a little more ill
(Hey Keith, we want you to be ill)

	Leave me alone, leave me alone!
	(Politics, politics..)
	Leave me alone, leave
He said there's no future back here in these hills
His mind grew so restless he couldn't be still
Though I knew I might lose him and all I dreamed
The ages that stir the dark waters of time
Are surrounded by the enchanting woods of pine
Oh thee O' Northstar let your pale light lead my path
all these dance tracks 
I'm hearin' rap from Anthrax, my time the Caravan cracks 
You're wack, that's the only thing that's black Scooter 
When we
Whispers home at last
It whispers home at last
Whispers home at last

And there are diamonds on my windshield
And these tears from heaven
Well I'm
I ain't trying to be no D-boy
I love music, I'm a b-boy
Are you the undercover or the decoy
I'm heavy with the D, Trouble T Roy
A pit with no muzzle,
Whispers home at last
It whispers home at last
Whispers home at last

And there are diamonds on my windshield
And these tears from heaven
Well I'm
dawns
Fired by the sun
Not war-times bloody guns
May their peace be deep
Remember where the broken bodies lie
God knows how young they were
To have
the sky, so nothing gets to my head
The universe is my A&R, by the time I fall off, I'll probably dead
It's been a long time since those mountain pipe dreams
that ragged army 
Limped across these fields of mine 
I gave them bread, I gave them brandy 
Most of all, I gave them time 

My well is deep,