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House Is Haunted

Marc Almond

A Virgin's Tale, Vol. 1

1994

The house is haunted
By the echo of your last goodbye
The house is haunted
By the memories that refuse to die
I can't get away from the vision

Don't play wit my nigga I'll come for head
We seen how move ya ass weak and you scared
Turned all directions, like what's over there
Death is

better by now

I miss the thought of you and nothing else
But I probably don’t know what the hell I am talking about 
Why can’t I let go
Why do I let you

I think you're heaven on these passing stars
That i keep seeing, I'm losing my mind without by I

Sounds that echo past the parts
Of memories I held

drinking
Three shots in and I’m feeling just fine by myself
Don’t need anybody else
These days it’s been hard to let go
When I light up I still hear the echo

the front don't ask for help
Won't turn to God
Can't fix yourself
Lookin for love
Still by yourself
Baby, I see you
I been there too
And your always

Hmmm

Southside

Hmmm

Hmmm, hmmm, hmmm, hmmm, hmmm
I'm somewhere with a famous skyline
My OG gas sound like an echo (Hmmm)
I treat a bitch better than PetCo (PetCo)
My

stamps
Car cosigned by my mama
Medical card from Obama
Background check for a chopper

Permit, don't need permission from a doctor
I been smokin' since

Taste It

Busta Rhymes

It Ain't Safe No More

2002

kinda late but you ain't got to come along girl [echo]
Wait a sec you know I know a song girl
Me and you and one of your other home girls [echo]
Let me

really pain, no possum option 
Mental weighted on by these golemns 
Eyes ain't as clear as when I first started 
Didn't know I'd be hit with different

A!

Ying Yang Twins

Thug Walkin'

thugs(echo)
Ask me was up, what you got on the dub, but I have no love for scrub(echo)
I gotta get mine, so I grab so Hennessy some weed so I can get crunk
If I

beg you please
I am lost in our echo
Feels like I am lost in space

Music & Lyrics: Alexander Strandell

Published by Frontiers Records / Oyez!
All

Come back with black riddles that echo
Slow like reflections from puzzles

My Penis 
I use that word for the convenience 
I'd RATHER MEAN TO SAY NOTHING

Sitting at the Wheel

The Moody Blues

The Present

1983

roll on by, by, by
Sitting at the wheel
Don't let the river run dry

I can see your face on a piece of tomorrow
I'll hang my dream on a road I can

Hidden in the hinterlands- of eastern California
Far beyond the ivory sands- where there's no one there to warn ya
Bout the ghosts of the gold rush-

Don't want to exist
I want to live
I want to be a voice and not an echo
Not an echo, oh
Don't want to get by
I want to learn to fly
By holding

his soul accord
Easy to get caught in life's scoreboard
Panic mode if your output near the floorboard
I'm at the seaboard, I'm deep, no doubt feelin'

demands that I serve the system
Forego autonomous direction
Bear the onus of human derision
My code demands that I serve the system

Unplugged, I strike

The Judge

Twenty One Pilots

Blurryface

2015

Na na na na oh oh
Na na na na oh oh
Na na na na oh oh

When the leader of the bad guys sang
Something soft and soaked in pain
I heard the echo

really came through
Voices in my head they echo in my mental
Satan by my side he's looking for a brand new vessel
Is it normal to be afraid
Cause I don't

direction
Losing your sense of self-control
Held down in every direction
Losing your sense of self-control
Trivial ideals
Trivial ideals
Brainwashed by

and other worldly knowledge
And brief military training on covert operations

Some people thought I was weird
Some people wanted to be by me at all times

But

perfection
Hold my hand
Lead me in the right direction
Hold my hand
Lead me where there's no perfection, no perfection
Cause one day I might be that Star

Yeah
I think I'm at a loss of direction
Stripped away from all my protection
Try my best but I don't get perfection
Praying hard but I don't receive