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archetype 
To get me out of mind 

How many chances I have,
To fully get out of line?
Now that I go back in time 
I remember the night with the guys
We were

eyes of people
Who roam the streets
Hungry and lonely souls

I walk on forgotten paths
Made by people who got lost
For looking for a place
That no one

intervention
There will be a complete eradication

We should have known that our fate was not safe in our own hands

We just couldn't fucking help ourselves too

it
They sit and wish about it
But faith without works is worthless
I've learned to pray that He blesses the hands I work with
Sittin' waiting for

Still moving uncomfy, done struggling
But without it can you say that you've done something
Day's work done by 1 something

I can't lie, it's all in me
I

hand Are you gonna make a move Or are you  gonna waste my time Chorus Over a drink Over some wine I'm cool with the small talk, but by the end

home
If I had known I'd have left you on my own

I put my heart in your hand
Let you lead with your command
You held me close 'til the end
Pulled

I'm just looking for that end of summer type of romance

Summer done come and gone I've seen too many lonely Friday's
I'm just tryna kick it wanna be

across your desire everything was lost
for me
All of this perfect porcelain makeup is now cracking
I know that I will end buried in an old box downstairs

surely seen better days
Straight into my gaping maw
Never to be seen again
By way of monstrous jaws
All shall meet a violent end

We are the donut slayers

Born down in a dead man's town
The first kick I took was when I hit the ground
End up like a dog that's been beat too much
'Til you spend half your

Oh man the mountains called my number and won
I’m just a lifesize lottery ticket in the hand of the One
That stress-out freak-out’s gone since we

fugazi
Go get a tester
Check out my drip I’m flyer than Delta
My bitch ride that dick wit no hands like a Tesla
When the hoes see me i know they get wetter

You will be your only friend
Cause only life will understand
When you need a hand
One that can't be held too hard or it'll cut itself off
And you'll

criminal spewing hot air
Lay a hand take the stand end the nightmare

I will testify innocent am I till the day I die 
No need for goodbye’s momma don’t you

on my side 
Awakes the devil 
In my veins
As a vessel on fire
I am floating in her hands 
Keep me safe 
Keep me awake 
For just one time
I don't wanna end

The world is ruled by the devil and his peers 
This world belongs to the beastly companies
So how can it be that you follow them blindly
Everyone

admit that
Well forget that
Who am I to pass judgment
I'm an observer
Wishing for better days 
Like Timmy Turner
No cap
I'm a top earner
I stay connected

of the drug

That you are

You are like a ghost

With crazy hands and mouth

A necklace made of eyeballs

You are just a Bad Indian

Bad Indian, Bad Indian, Bad

You're not like me
Well that's some kind of attitude

As you walk on by
With your nose up high
Your money, your place to be
I'm not a bad guy
I'll tell you

through clenched and crying eyes
Know that my hand is the first thing that you'll touch
And I'll pick you up till you can stand on your own again
Strong

guarded by a bloodhound
I have to run away, please reach for my hand
Let us burn our bridges, see a fire that is grand

See the screen again, see the tears

misjudging the signals in her smile

After 5 cups of coffee her hand is next to mine
After 5 cups of coffee all I see is her smile
Here right by my side

lost or alone
And know that nothing between us will end
I'm by your side holding your hand