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In the hush of dawn's first light, secrets told
Echoes of ancient voices, old
Paths paved with trials, softly tread
In my hands, the past is gently

And hearts be joyful as green hills unveil
With each bright sunbeam, a blessing is laid
Oh praise the dawning of the Irish day
By Shannon's waters, dew-kissed

God’s people sat by the river and wept
Remembering the good old days
When they lift their voices to heaven and sing
A song of wonderful praise
But

BE TIMES
WHERE THE DAYS COULD BE DARK
BUT NEVER GIVE UP, MY DEAR
KEEP THE LIGHT IN YOUR HEART

AND WHEN WE GROW OLD, MY DARLING
OUR VOICES WILL BE SOFT

They say true love hard to find, yeah, yeah

And they say, damn, Avy, you got a nice voice She keeps starin' at me, I think I got her moist
And when I

got no reason for some reason I keep running
Said you miss the old me this was never what you wanted
Chasing something different we both knew that it

There's a ghost
Standing on the corner
Who swears to know your soul
She tells me of your family
Of your days from old
What does she know of our gold
What

That ol highway calls again
Like an old familiar friend
I'm up and ready before the dawn
Can't stay in one place for too long
Full days coffee in my

Big fan of old solo 
I Stan for Lea not solo
Got a deep voice it’s so low
One life I live it yolo 
Bout to get so low
In a compactor with chuuie

were hurt

By me

and

when you have hurt

Me

I am sorry my

Heart breaker

Sigh

My huckleberry friend

We left each other

In the blues of that event

on the ceiling
Watching you
Quiet just like good old friends
You think you've heard a voice
But it's not true
But babe, on the other hand
You can bleed all you

Intricate lines, all different kinds
And you love it when feel it when I'm up in your mind
You love it when you recognize the voice and it's mine
Get behind

True/ I was just a young, lost seeker then when I met you
Down by the dusty Spanish trees/ solemn-looking like catholic priests
Cola and rum in

been livin', why'd you stop that shit
I'm gettin' tired of this deep voice, why don't we switch this shit
Yeah, I'ma skirt the 4Gs, I ain't wastin'

Welcome to my album, its name is Damaged
Features ten songs with lots of variety
Inspired by old 'Met and other famous groups
I'll deliver metal

so long
I might forget
Is it my own voice in my head
Drive by me now
Can I for once just touch the ground
I'm such a fucking waste of gas
I'll jump off

heart
Your voice is silent your eyes are blind
But with the X's on my fists, I will fight the foe behind
A fire burns inside me always present always

breath-stealing spirit

For I am gravitationally anchored
To the sterling ship of truth painted by your voice

How joyfully I fail to capture
Each graceful note

won't let that
Stop me up from calling you dawg 
When you least expect that
Just to let you know
That the love don't stop
Shit get real by the day 
Please

Will he stop this?
Where are the pastors? Where are the marches?
They kill us everyday, where are the marches?
I'm using my voice to rally up and start

doubting that there will be gain
Oooo
I drive by what feels like endless fields
But the corn looks so wrong i swear it can't be real
These pills in my hand

raindrops waiting in my bones
Twirling, unfurling
Like smoke or something living in an old and happy laugh
I feel this, a promise
That I may be a leaf

eyes under tilted hats
48 years and feared by all
Small in size but very tall
Criminal, untouchable, so very certain
J.Edgar the old smear merchant
Is

weak
Am I a fool for believing?
You handed me twenty cedis I thought there'd be more
Disappointed show its face
I'm a voice to be heard
I won't be giving