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Imbalances, shortchanged, like it's the norm
Breaker of mental chains like I'm Storm Born/Black woman scorn
three fourths adorned
Weaponized by my
are gone and passed away
I heard that you've been feeling lonely lately
He gon' really tell you that you're so mistaken
He don't even care what you have
passed by
Broken dreams, I'm just too late
Chasing dreams that just passed by
Broken dreams, I'm just too late
Chasing dreams, chasing dreams,
Eighty light years have passed by
I'll see you back one day
How are you doing?
Maybe it's all damn the same thing
It's been near past Thursday
Where
over your grave
Should have passed like hours
Passed like years but felt like days
And you live in the shadows
Of the evenings you mislead
But they're
God rest you merry, gentlemen
Let nothing you dismay
Remember Christ our Savior
Was born on Christmas Day
To save us all from Satan's power
When
Firmin, just a brief reminder
My salary has not been paid
Send it care of the ghost by return of post
P.T.O.: no one likes a debtor
So it's better if my
God rest you merry, gentlemen
Let nothing you dismay
Remember Christ our Savior
Was born on Christmas Day
To save us all from Satan's power
When
God rest you merry, gentlemen,
Let nothing you dismay,
Remember Christ our Savior
Was born on Christmas Day,
To save us all from Satan's power
God rest you merry, gentlemen,
Let nothing you dismay,
Remember Christ our Savior
Was born on Christmas Day,
To save us all from Satan's power
God rest you merry, gentlemen,
Let nothing you dismay,
Remember Christ our Savior
Was born on Christmas Day;
To save us all from Satan's
the midnight sky
the moon, the desolate sky
and the road
Only the road and what has passed
or is passed by
(What tales do wily bluesman weave
'bout a man
I've ran the race a million times, but never passed the finish line
I'm stuck, starstruck by you
So starstruck by you
Scraped past the groundwork
God Rest Ye Merry, Gentlemen,
Let nothing you dismay;
Remember Christ, our Savior,
Was born on Christmas day,
To save us all from Satan's power
Oh list to the lay of a poor Irish harper
And scorn not the strains of his old, withered hands
But remember his fingers, they once could move
Oh list to the lay of a poor Irish harper
And scorn not the strains of his old, withered hands
But remember his fingers, they once could move
the mountains high
With cavalry and infantry to take him they did try
He laughed at them with scorn until at last 'twas said
By a false-hearted woman he was
In our
Minds eye
Certainty
All powerful
Beyond blindness and fear
Confident
Fused with vanity,
Arrogant
Propelled by scorn.
Foresight
the cold winds blow
The longest train I ever saw
Was down that northern line
The engine passed by at ten o'clock
The cab passed by at nine
In the pines, in
bleeding sorrow and wasted breath
Clawing the hourglass
For I mourn each day deprived of death
So scorn and forgotten
Drowning within a boundless doom
Caused by forces born from danger
Cleaning hands where virtues live on ice
In mother's scorn
Blood was born
A war unknown to us all
See the rays
God rest you merry, gentlemen
Let nothing you dismay
Remember Christ our Savior
Was born on Christmas Day
To save us all from Satan's power
When we
take by me
Never slight a young man wherever you may be
For if you do you're sure to
Rue and cause you to complain
And you'll aye rue the day that you
Last time they were seen I was seventeen
Yet memories like surging seas still rise and fade
Seasons of my father’s life have passed me by
Yet
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