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and yelling and various offenses, lower the queen and bend her over the tub, against the state, the country, the committee, hold her head under the water please
into
The casket safe within the parapet sack is in the parapet pigs are out
And growling
Slaughter by the seashore see the lifeguard drowning sea is
twine
So I'm sucking down cheap wine
To keep warm in the dark
Baby I'm homesick
Been tryna grow roots
While time ticks by and
All my troubles like water
on the hob
Sing peace into his breast,
Or see the brown mice bob
Round and round the oatmeal chest.
For he comes, the human child,
To the waters and the wild
on the hob
Sing peace into his breast
Or see the brown mice bob
Round and round the oatmeal chest.
For he comes, the human child
To the waters and the wild
his breast
Or see the brown mice bob
Round and round the oatmeal chest.
For he comes, the human child
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in
were blessed
We were blessed by the mystic
Who turned water into wine
We were blessed by the watchmaker
Who gave up his time
We were blessed by
Jaded, following the same script
We cut it off, you leave me with the shame
Made the morning into wine
I should have never let you stay the night
Helped me
Right there, but you're one light year, from my level
Uh-huh, yeah, yo, check it, yo
Bottles goin' off in the church, we broke the wine
Slapped
Right there, but you're one light year, from my level
Uh-huh, yeah, yo, check it, yo
Bottles goin' off in the church, we broke the wine
Slapped
a'chasing that old alligator
That lives in the brown water beneath the Suwannee Cove
He'll grab you by the ankle and pull you down under
It'll happen real
else
I am washed by the blood that conquered hell
So I have the real thing,
I have the real thing
Make me new like the wine from the water
Fill me up
abode, He waters the mountains
Earth satisfied by the fruit of His fountain
He calls His grass to grow for the cattle
Herbs for service, a man to battle
and receives a mark on his forehead or on his hand
He also will drink the wine of God's wrath
Poured full strength into the cup of his anger
And he will be
the sunshine, yeah, it's summertime
Little brew, a little bit of little wine
We feeling good now, in the hood now
Rio de Janeiro, understood now?
Coming from
desert dust
Because there's just aint no more water
Because brown never did let drop reach the end of the cheek
Before it got wiped away
By the hand
You can make the sea turn purple
You can make the sea turn infertile
But you know you can never make me love you more
You can turn wine into water
hat at his forehead
A bunch of lace at his chin
A coat of claret velvet
And breeches of brown doe-skin
They fitted with never a wrinkle
His boots
on his forehead, a bunch of lace at his chin
A coat of claret velvet and breeches of brown doe-skin
They fitted with never a wrinkle, his boots were up
water
And sadness into laughter
But you know you can never make me love you more
Let the sky fall down
Let the leaves turn brown
Still you
Only in Dreamz
I was in a practice space that was an old house
I went into the different rooms only to find out that I had been in all of them
like to be cooked in this oven
And baked into a cookie Mr Hand
The hand picked up Jo
After they arrived at their destination by hand travel
They
And it's turning in the mist around.
Rolling and turning into the mist around me.
Kissed by the water, and held in your mother's arms.
Green where you
of thorns
King of kings
Lord of lords
Transform the beat into a song
Like water to wine
Devine intervention, and
His only message was to know yourself in
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