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Lily, Rosemary and the Jack of Hearts

Bob Dylan

Blood on the Tracks

1975

still alive, you're lookin' like a saint"
Down the hallway footsteps were comin' for the Jack of Hearts

The backstage manager was pacing all around by

like to by my merchandise?
It's rather nice
In a range of size for a decent price

It's my merchandise, it's rather nice!
So improve your life
For low,

to these fiends (aye)
No I'm not a novice and I move like I'm supreme (aye)
You know I'm a Queen (aye)
You know I'm a Queen (aye)
You know I'm a saint

been makin' peace
With the fact black bodies are worth more if they're deceased
I'm trapped in a nine-by-twelve, awaitin' our release
Not takin' it

Coach Coach Coach Coach
Shawty if you're bored and lonely you know you can call me
We was riding with no signal in the ride with 4 Gs
Coach Coach

time make you whine it for me

Put your body in Saint Laurent

This one no be lie walahi

I'm getting money, true

Sweet ting but you're way too rude

Six Directions of Boxing

RZA

The Man with the Iron Fists [Original Motion Picture Soundtrack]

2012

Overdoser, you know the product is raw, right?
Lines take you there like I wrote it with off-white
Got him bent up, hands looking like a tin cup
Sorry no

just product on the shelf
(Look around and ask yourself)
Demons in my head 
That's why I'm never by myself
Me, I'm real
You're just product on the shelf

the only one in peace
I cannot live until you're deceased
I cannot grow, smothered by your shadow
Just how much you fucked me up, don't think you'll ever

to the man in the long black coat

One, two...
There are no mistakes in life some people say
It's true sometimes you can see it that way
People don't live

Belive me or not
I'm just cutting your knot
And now you're free, you're free

No i'm not a calculator
A manipulator, i'm made by skin, flesh and bone
I

scared to die, but I swear that you're going first
You ain't a slave no more
Break out your shackles and chains
You're a saint not a whore
My soul's damned

the darkness I hear the saints say
Won't He do it won't He do it again
I know that You're the reason why
I can't help but sing
I was restless
Now I'm living by

Jinny Bingham's Ghost

Frank Turner

Jinny Bingham's Ghost

2019

If you're heading down to Camden Town
Be sure to raise a toast
To the patron saint of the waifs and strays
To Jinny Bingham's ghost

Once she

love you're heaven sent and I'm touched by the flame within ya

In the distance, the Blood Hounds bark and howl,
The lawmen know the money's gone, a dead

May this be your confession, girl
Take a step into our world
May any saint and heretic
Be blessed by the pit

There’s no turning back
Commitment in

by design
So no matter whatever side of the line
That you're on, the other side's blind
Think it's the WEF that's running it
You got it backwards, it's

with Mewtwo, abused by confusion
I'm Gen 5's truest, you're InGen's amusement

The Game Freak of Gen five claims I was used for business
While selling

don't want to chill lil baby (I don't)
Telling her no or maybe
I'm a saint but my soul need saving
Like Ripley's
Believe it or not big blickys
Been bout

freddy
But I'ma still let em be
Yea I'm nice like that but don't mistake me for a Saint no (no)
Nobody's always innocent even tho they say so (say so)
I'ma

me
I'm who I wanna be
You're somethin' that not
I always walk alone
No co-sign just to pop

A product of the town
Everywhere you hear the sound

Had to ghost her quick, like I didn't exist either
Fuck DeJoy, we're still moving products through the mail
Nautica Competition sails, lobster to whales

And it's calling you, to that misty swirling sea.
Till the chains of your dreams are broken,
No place in this world you can be.
You're a lost sailor, been

is lookin' paranoid and now is spiralin'
You're movin' just like a degenerate, every antic is feelin' distasteful
I calculate you're not