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your wish no surprise
Like there is no fight
Hmm, oh
I guess, you wanted all
Bouncing like a pro
I can't fake it no more
Now I take the wheel
Late night

Bowmore

Millencolin

E20 Norr

2003

state
I just bottle up and go
So no more troubls, no more pain
More than trouble, bowmore is my faith
At least for now I think it's all

Even if I'm

to sleep
Had evicts on the door,
My mom refuse to leave
Too much pain being poor
Cause hope was out of reach
Many days wanting more
Get it by any means
Had

in her 
Basket that's a free throw

Wake up feeling like
A zombie with the ops on kino
Trynna get more sleep
My brain needs a reload
Drifting away

Dead Finks Don't Talk

Brian Eno

Here Come the Warm Jets

1974

charming
As you peck your way up there.

And these finks don't dress too well
No discrimination
To be a zombie all the time
Requires such dedication.

what I said, ain't gon' say no more I said what I said, ain't gon' say no more
I hate all that gravy, I hate all that faith I hate all that faith

Give

it's all over
You've been betrayed by an animal
Who ain't afraid to take the power
Right the fuck away from your
Human drama
Beast in the easter basket

face
We've already got someone here to take your place
The day they blew out the brains of the king
Thousands were watchin', no one saw a thing
It

Listen to the man in the liquor store
Its early mornin know I'm countin up
The only way I'm countin bread is climbin mountains up
I Can't spend no more

up! Black zombies in a spell for more than fo'hundred years
Ghetto niggas won't have it no mo', can I get a witness?
Why listen to somebody else tell

so how'd they really cheat me
Dr. King steez: turned the cheek, let 'em beat me
But no more, you can't even sneak peek my weak beats (NO SIR)
I'm with

hijackings?

Soul rides by a vehicle
Low drive by a signal
Saw Christ by a miracle

Aren't just flaws
Unjust laws? It's just floors

A thugs' cause

It's like

pain no more more more
It's easier for me to be
What I can be in the now
Take it, spin all back to me
I know I’ve you done you wrong
No more excuses babe

get to it and watch him turn it all around

going to a place where it aint no snakes and it no fakes so it aint no more clowns
ain't no reason to be

don't go to church
More time I had more faith in cunch
Her ass fat I can tell from the front
My pocket fat you can tell by the watch
Before I buy ice

more
'Cause I adore you

On a journey of healing I find myself digging for my treasure
So many things that no longer give me pleasure
The feeling is

The melodious songs of the blessed
And our spirit's shall sorrow no more
Not a sigh for the blessing of rest

In the sweet by and by
We shall meet on that

Whittlin' Man

Stephen Lynch

The Craig Machine

more

He whitle on Shamu and he whittle on Jaws
He whittle Easter Bunny and he whittle Santa Claus
He whittle whittle whittle just as fast as he can
He

same old guy
It's 'cause I don't know how anymore
I don't know how, yeah
I've had my beliefs tested, my faith broken in half
I try to joke and I

goes,
Then I follow. No more porn, no more weed, no more liquor bottles.
No more scorn, no more greed, no riches with sorrow,
No more lust. Only peace,

inside, I discern your hate and malice
Off the wine of Babylon, you sip the forbidden chalice
Repent

Came and dined, two or more gathered, no, I came

Higher Ground

Iris DeMent

Infamous Angel

1992

No voice has inspired me more than my mother's.  
She showed me that music is a pathway to higher ground

I'm pressing on the upward way
New

fault that I anit got no wings to fly
While I'm getting drunk smoking getting high
Watching time blow by and I don't even know why
I'm a cold guy whose

shit

Yeah, kickin' back with my feet up
Bro to the left throw B's up
Bro to the right throw C's up
Sippin' on Tussin', no Easter
Off the Xan', got