Lyrics:
Caught in a spiral - a horrible cycle
Of sadness, doubt, and dismay
Did we ever hope it would work out anyway?
Hand on my heart
I swear I feel I've lost
the king, the dying will not end
So he puts the weapon out of hand
And while he do, the fog is fade
And an envoy comes to say
"There is hope, not all are
hands and exclaim oh well
I'm a white middle class man, I'll just ride the swell
I've always got a tailwind with this much privilege
I'll just sit on my
Nerd girl, I don't deserve you
I don't get the references you refer to
I love your Lipsmackers and
Your lack of perfume
I hope to get you home by
are my refuge Lord
Into your hands I will entrust my spirit
Deliver me faithful God
Be my rock and refuge
A strong fortress to save me
You're my rock
"I do" yeah I hope that you're ready
Cause after this, yeah Um Going Steady
Thought I missed my chance man that's fuckin' tragic
Went on a trip
Does anybody understand
Or do we define by mistakes
We the vine from the grapes
We divide from the greats
Back of the class back in eighth
I took control
you taking dog I'm hardly bothered
I'm laughing at you like hardy ha
If I take some shots you'll lose some body parts
Arm leg leg arm you'll get
In The Song*
Yo, I hope you realize one day
That ya week is Monday threw Sunday
So listen to my why-O, here's my bio
And next to me, ha, your not
In The Song*
Yo, I hope you realize one day
That ya week is Monday threw Sunday
So listen to my why-O, here's my bio
And next to me, ha, your not
In The Song*
Yo, I hope you realize one day
That ya week is Monday threw Sunday
So listen to my why-O, here's my bio
And next to me, ha, your not
going all this time
Seems so distant like it was never mine
The road that leads to my promised land has not been paved before
But emerging darkness cannot
the icing, worldly things are so enticing,
But the mission has been given by the King who judges rightly
Laying foundations, be careful how you build
Yes I'm
same sick back again and I'm fine
Our hearts will mend in time
Our hearts remain entwined
By the healing hand of time
By the healing hand of time
Legs
me
The prey is laying down in the freezing evening cold
Wounded by the very same hands that used to feed his land
The winter
The air so sweet
of you should
Take the passion that you feel and, eh
Redirect it
Brendan, Britton, whichever one your name is
I hope that you can take
Advice given by
of pain. It's ruining my health so something else has got to give.
I hope it's all a dream, cus no one really cares.
I heard that life's a gift but I guess
That my fate has been sold
Its far to late for the hope to cope
To choke on the rope
In hopes to be awoken by the pain
Veins have been drained
But
to rid himself of the one
Ring by hurling it inside the volcano
But on the way, a thought had struck his mind
The Egyptians had invented the ring
So he
in the hand of someone he could love but who's to judge
If he'll ever have a meeting with Miss Fudge
Miss Fudge's hopes were fading that a man
farmers and fishermen.
And so the world has changed,
Worse or better's hard to tell,
But my hope remains within the arms of Isabel.
So now our
they do)
I put them hundreds all over my face
Now I got acne from money, huh
(Ah ha) i got it all in my bank, huh
I treat that shit like it's nothin'
(Uh
the best is yet to come
Take me by the hand before I come undone
'Cause all this emptiness has left me feeling numb
But it's darkest right before the sun
It's about 7: 30 and Mr
Bones is about to swoop
Finna ride by peep the crib of an old coot
Legend has it that his shit is possessed
Marks on his
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