Lyrics:
ever-waning life
Beloved earth and sky
I'll strain to marry words from you to I
Buried brittle wire
Unraveled only in your song
Echo, hollow
Echo, hollow
I
be in our graves before we're buried
You told me to write you a song
Walk with me to that old house
The one we swore would be ours
The way the light
be I here or dead and buried at last
there’s a poem that I did not write
I have all the words, they just don’t sound right
there’s a few songs that
the buls a barbarian
I'm undefeated
I'm getting better with every win
A loser just something i've never been
I've got a cemetery to get y'all buried in
all
By myself
All alone
No one else
I'm alive
Now a days I work on my mental health
Cuz my mental wealth go stupid
Cuz I took the time to find myself
So if I'm rich and famous or buried down in a grave
I wrote this song so it all won't fade
And if they ask who I am when I'm gone and dead
You better
cups of anger gonna ride
We don't need no somebody
Buried by Versace
If I'm dead it ain't OD
Everybody just feels lonely
To care about nobody, yeah
This shit, real serious not casual sport
Let time fly by as I pen these thoughts
And I'm speedin' through life wit my car in park
And even in the day
buried under
What has been will be no longer
No matter what man may endeavor
Eden's gate closes forever
Day by day life is eliminated
God's own work
adore us
What was mud now is a highway
Reaching wide into a prairie
Horses run, cattle are grazing
You would swear, it's Oklahoma
Day by day dark is
everything I've ever
Loved has failed me
And you're still by my side
The songs of Earth are dismal
What purpose do they serve?
To speak of what we wish we had
This song appears on three albums, and was first released on the Different Directions album, and has also been released on The John Denver Collection
a little lamb
Sherri had a little Cam
Carried him within her hand, married to a missing man
Buried under stricken land
Mary had a little lamb
Sherri had
the children see shape to his tone
Laughing and crying, his song fell upon us
We buried his treasure along with his bones
Arms held aloft, away to the sky
A heart filled with rage sang songs fueled by but hate
Tormented by the choices it made
The pain that you brought had no place in my world
But
by hatred
Welcome to the faketrix
Where you get pissed on intellectually shitted on
Rug pulled because people don't run it back
On a fronted sack You
my fault I ain't luck up
But I stuck up
Tryna to get out the hole that I'm fell in
Got buried alive but then I got dug up
By this woman that gave me
in conversation whispered in a hush
F#
Though I'm frightened by the word
G#
I think it's time I made it heard
Chorus:
C# f# c# g#
No more empty
note I'm leaving after this song
So you ain't gotta feel no way about Jay, so long
At least let me tell you why I'm this way, hold on
I was conceived
note I'm leaving after this song
So you ain't gotta feel no way about Jay, so long
At least let me tell you why I'm this way, hold on
I was conceived
said run while you can
So at fifteen she took to the highway
Belongings and guitar in hand
And she buried herself in her music
The one thing she did
leaves the world
With a rainbow for a crown, oh
By the way have I told you already
That his parents were buried by
A tree that they loved
The way
High Wycombe, England, grew up and died in Buckinghamshire, England by miraculous assumption C. AD14/17 where he is known as Infant at the age recorded
High Wycombe, England, grew up and died in Buckinghamshire, England by miraculous assumption C. AD14/17 where he is known as Infant at the age recorded
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