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Miss my dad
Proud of him, the life he's had
Raised two sons
Need a hand and I've got one
By your side, always
I see you for ten days

Waiting

really love you
You're my best friend

Ooh, you make me live
Oh, I've been wandering 'round (still)
Still come back to you
In rain or shine
You've

Chasing the living end
A race for the finish line
Late though I know that I'm 
Nearer now

Freeway shade
Hard luck hearts
Side by side
Worlds apart

Far

Sebastian
Solo  Matt

Captured by the butchers, dragged back to their home
To watch your friends all tortured, and hear their breaking bones
Chained

brand new round the mike stand
On stage I make it look easy
I'm the Rebel so run, come follow me
Hard not soft, underground boss
Turn up the bass

by lying that appears so unfair
Here comes a bud'un, it's two Cadillacs
Women and whinin' and foolin' the facts

Winners and losers all travel

to pretend I can 
It's like that merry-go-round where we used to meet on the edge of town
You'd tell you about your big plans between drags of your smoke

deliver.
We keep on sippin' Patrone,
Forget about the liver.
I was born at the top of the world,
Now i travel round the globe,
Showing love to the world.
Who

slaves

-Kano:
Uh, run away run away underground deep
Release me from these shackles around feet.
Old masters they don't own me
Treat artists like sheep by

that track shit catch ya at da red light, smashin!

Remember tryna snatch a purse in that south,
now im slangin choppas wit a hundred round burst in
that

nuts straight hangin.
Chillin' in the alleyway signs straight wavin.
Up in the air round here they don't care,
Get Your motha fuckin melon busted for

Ovastanding is the key key
I heard you got your car now
I seen you round town
It's not a armshouse
Cause I ovastand
Ovastanding is the key key,
Ovastanding is

There is blood on your hands
but I can't bear to see how it hangs
Like a millstone round your neck
Slowly dragging you down
What is worthing for?
If

round like Mr. Whippy
Catch me in my hoody
Getting blazed again
Right now the weed
I smoke the sleeve
It's made of hemp
I got to pay the rent
You

leave her, I don't wanna die
Deep within a cold, cold grave
With no one 'round to cry
But I've got my pistol
Now it's time to choose
Shooting here,

hear her melodies, like joys gone by
Sighing 'round my heart o'er the fond hopes that die
Sighing like the night wind and sobbing like the rain
Wailing

I'm calling for you 

You're spinning me round like a hurricane 
Come a come a run jump on the milkyway 
A lipstick rocket-ship, I'm about to fly

demon

Dance makaku's 'round the fire

Warrior drum, banshee crier

Call to them visions of her pair

Filled by the demons throne

We shall subdue her

the same thing we do every weekend
Pre party at my house 'round ten - yeah
It's time to eat and I'm just relaxing, watching some TV
Half past eight, time

:D
there are,
so many hours in the day
i know i've got work to do but hey
my will to move or even use my brain
is whethered by eternal english rain

yearbook
I was driving round your Mum's house,
she makes great coffee, you know
I spoke to your former girlfriend
So now, I know what I've got to expect

me keep on callin me
get me in trouble..

she so cute yu nut quic wen yu face2face so i turn
her from the bac & grab her by da waist [turn around]
dic

have gathered up
When you come 'round here
ypu won't be drinking
from my cup
And I've been fast asleep
but now I'm waking
It had to happen sometime

I'm

be our delight,
'Till by turning, turning
we come round right.

Dance, dance, wherever you may be
I am the lord of the dance, said he
And I lead you