Lyrics:
Talking by the pool of light, language from America.
She puts on the film of him, King is white and in the crowd
They are not a melting pot, say
Talking by the pool of light, language from America.
She puts on the film of him, King is white and in the crowd
They are not a melting pot, say
Do you remember those words you whispered to me
On that faithful day in Italy Mr be ?
I can hear you singing face on fire blue skies
Your eyes my
All the holiday lights turn blue
As I wander Fifth Avenue
Window shopping, taxi hopping
On this Melancholy Christmas
Smiling lovers out on the ice
OBSIDIAN NIGHT
I'm Mithra's lioness roaring in the temple
Entwined with the light like fireflies, illuminate the mental
See time in three aspects
We
Wake up Bootle and out my gate
I clear Huyton by half past eight
Ignore the war in Warrington
I'm up early to see my woman
Kiss the rains
whole persona
I'm your only lover
Don't want any other
Man it's crazy how back in the day
I saw you walking and I can't look away
When my skies were gray
the bay
Planets play by seasons
Somewhere in their field grounds
I've got limits but not scared to die
A rare soul is a friend of hope
Just make sure
(no)
Rambisha left man leaking, still discharge, that's dirty lovers
Pull out and buss, no fuss, trust, I'll take the risk for my brothers (mums)
Talking by the pool of light, language from America.
She puts on the film of him, King is white and in the crowd
They are not a melting pot, say
Talking by the pool of light, language from America.
She puts on the film of him, King is white and in the crowd
They are not a melting pot, say
Talking by the pool of light, language from America.
She puts on the film of him, King is white and in the crowd
They are not a melting pot, say
Talking by the pool of light, language from America.
She puts on the film of him, King is white and in the crowd
They are not a melting pot, say
Talking by the pool of light, language from America.
She puts on the film of him, King is white and in the crowd
They are not a melting pot, say
Talking by the pool of light, language from America.
She puts on the film of him, King is white and in the crowd
They are not a melting pot, say
hungry
Well let's see how hungry you are
(Davis the Dorchester Bully)
Oh shoot, the devil's loose
Chasin' me down with some blue racks and a golden noose
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