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Filled With Love (cn cnniversary Song)

I'm in love
cnd it's plain to see
That my whole world changed
When you married me.

The moon and stars
Were

Ima run it like sonic
I open up the bag and I get to jumpin
Either pay me in full and I want it by the summer
Neeeext

Yeah
Uhh

Spirit into this song

the night, in the cold.
A casa presa no pé,				Home is imprisoned in our feet,
a parede ruindo,					the wall crumbling,
a planta a secar,					the plant drying,

a word said, but there were times where we got caught
And I remember the minute we graduated, we dipped
We all ran to our cars, a smile plain on our lips

the color of power
Embrace black, that's the color that's ours
Hold up homie, what's black?
Black is the absorption of light
Probably why we get hated by

phakama ngik’bhambe ke

Ayamaah is the name
It means amazing it’s simple and plain
Memories replay, she loves Angie Stone the song “As we lay”
Born in

dancing alone.

Burning rays.
Chained hands.
White dry plains.
Promisses before dawn.
They're covered in sands.
They drowned in the waves.
Salty shores keep

Roses of Picardy

June Tabor

Rosa Mundi

2001

She is watching by the poplars
Colinette with the sea-blue eyes
She is watching and longing and waiting
Where the long white roadway lies

And a song

but
Gravity kept me in his reach

We talked about our families
I told him my hopes and dreams
Honesty got the best of me

This song, I wrote it

Gravity kept me in his reach
We talked about our families
I told him my hopes and dreams
Honesty got the best of me
This song, I wrote it effortlessly

wrong
And if you believe that All Lives Matter
Then there's a good chance you're not enjoying this song
It's plain to see that it's a fight for civil

dome
We grown men so please watch yo tone
And by any means correct me I'm wrong
Crazy half the niggas I put in my songs
Dead or in jail or we don't get

Apologies for the slight man
Never meant to feed into the power of a white man
Keep the flower in my right hand
Smoking til my plain white tees

stupidity
By the way, you gangsters should know
One of your victims was a three-year-old girl
Well, you gang members, you
Still don't get it, do ya?

(With

fuck the gangsta bitches, preppy hoes
And all the plain jane's
It don't matter if you're
Black, white, red, or brown
Cause I got enough dick to
Spread

a special bottle in which our savior lived
Mommy she loved Jesus, but not like others did
For she could unleash His vengeance by unfastening the lid

by this pyre hears our starlight song

The pallid ground, a deathly white
In frigid air, 'neath freezing stars
Those broken hearts
Still pray for

of time
I have been breaking
To stay outta line
By not saying a word
And touching the sky
Im telling the truth
They’re telling you lies
My
The people have

say the root of happiness is through a White Jesus switcharoo, despising our ancestors voodoo, cold treason, cult reasons, foul tyranny, Native Soul

Potato

Cheryl Wheeler

Laugh Tracks, Vol. 1

1996

They're red, they're white, they're brown
They get that way underground
There can't be much to do
So now they have blue ones too.

We don't care

Bob Dylan's Dream

Peter, Paul and Mary

Album 1700

1967

and singin' 'til the early hours of the morn

By the old wooden stove where our hats were hung
Our words were told and our songs were sung
We longed for nothin'

the days go by
Could have been easier on you
I couldn't change though I wanted to
Should have been easier the three
Our old friend fear and you and me

a white flag and Elizabeth O'Farrell's feet
My Ireland is Savita needing agency
The Magdalene Laundries
My Ireland is hysterical and in denial of being

and white
I saw things that could never be examined by the naked eye
I had never seen that close things like fingernails and bones
But I saw God exalted so