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money by the stack from the rap for the crack
In Detroit, its like that, liquor stores for the blunt and
In Detroit, we got arabs that look like Bin
of a vagabond
Illusion, delusion, we are born to live
Temptation, damnation, starvation, deformation
The road goes on forever
It's an old and trustworthy
Picked a girl up at the trainstop where I live
Took a drive along the beach by the ocean
Talk about the dreams we had while we were growing old
These are new days with old stories
So let's wash the same denial in similar patterns
Because the emotions have become mere background noise
simple day by day
But theres always something new
Something IN THE WAY
Id like to change the hands of time
Start over Someone and rewind
Break ground
the flood.
If not us, can I just save you?
Can't you hear the bombs are calling all our old habits their own.
A sniper patiently awaiting me in every
the river
And we sat down in the grass
By the Eiffel tower
I was so happy we had met
It was the age of no regret
Oh yes
Those crazy years, that was
There's a blade by the bed
And a phone in my hand
A dog on the floor and some cash on the nightstand
When I'm all alone the dreaming stops
And I just
Beginning to feel that old heavin' in my beave and
I whipped up a cocktail of cookin' wine
Nasty buzz kicked in and I was feelin' fine
But I needed somethin'
I was born a refugee
And I don't know if I'll ever see
The old farmhouse I've heard about
But it's where I belong, there is no doubt
'Cause my
and those ash colored eyes get you down on the naked and sore
First you shiver then you die
Cut your fingers on the page where those old wounds run deep.
hold her through the night.
She'd have you sing the chorus
Then watch the years go by
But I don't mind.
The meat talks back, divorce my head off
Good morning heartache, you old gloomy sight
Good morning heartache, thought we said goodbye last night
I turned and tossed until it seemed you had
i'm yelling at the top of my lungs is all void
if nobody pays attention at all it's just noise
Rez
they might raise there hands by the two's but
in your maze of wisdom
Shake-up, make-up, fake-up
Think you need some healing
No ambition
Same old wrong millennium scorn
Maze of wisdom
Bland
till I reach the end
Week by week in a satellite
And until I am back again
All I need is to close my eyes
And I run
Run back to you
Yeah and I
Relentless I'm speechless
I'm fooled by my inner weakness
Enticing Inspiring
Your words were so convincing
Delightful but soulless
Claimed
day
With this ring we go our way
For better or worse I take thee wed
By your hand I will be led
Through the years we'll live in bliss
Life will
a memory
Here We Go, where I want to be right now
I'm livin' with death inside
Sin and righteousness side by side
Life is Christ and him crucified
I
a dream, rushing by in a stream,
Bringing life to our kingdom of doing
Take a ride in the sky, on our ship fantasii
All your dreams will come true, miles
your breath,
Save your breath.
So meet me by the station,
And bring a change of heart,
And smile away the old country as we watch it disappear
on the moor
My heart has fallen by the wayside
I cannot claim her anymore
So don your duffel coats quite slowly
And this start to reset, adjourn
While
The falling leaves drift by the window
The autumn leaves of red and gold
I see your lips, the summer kisses
The sun-burned hands I used to hold
You're out with your friends
And it's feeling like old times
Standing in line at the front of the club
You're driving around town, blasting your
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