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She told me my voice is poetic
I told her her vibe was magnetic
Our energy it ain't synthetic
Baby girl she a muse an aesthetic
She told me my voice

I hope you were amused by the Muse
That floated out through me
I hope the Muse amused you
As It floated out through me
I didn't see the Muse
I didn't

muse
When the sun shines
You know I’m dreaming of you

How could I try to start it a new
Without her by my side?
The way that I live, know I’m bound

own muse baby

If you ask bout me all I can say is I'm confusing
Every single breath I take is used to make some music
Know I'll be dead when I don't

am So brand new
I can't choose when it comes to you
Girl you ghat no clue about the things you do
How you make me feel
You're my muse
Make me dance

make more
To my last breath, I'm blessed
I'm brave to the core
Bread the destroy
Living and you'll die by the sword
Have no remorse
Looking in myself for

a ruse?
From the Muse

For I will fall
And I will rise
Beguiled by your lullabies
Plunge in water ever deep
Lay the roses at your feet
So I'll concede

I'm your favorite worn out road
That you sped down when the waters rose
I'm your thorn
Your overdose

Side by side, we looked at the moon
I was only

their muse on sick leave?

Was it a missed connection?
Was it poor reception?
Was their muse on sick leave?

For the priceless piece they'll pay their

Said you don’t need my love
Can’t you make it on your own?

you are so confused
hang me on your muse
you are so confused
hang me on your muse

Slammed

To understand you're not a man for me 
I am done 
What took me so long 
To understand you're not a man for me 

I've been sleepless 
Inspired by you, my muse 
No

Niedaleko młyna rośnie jarzębina
Trzeba by ja wyrąbać

Jest tam dziewce śwarne
Co mo ocka corne
Ale mi ją nie kcą dać
Jest tam dziewce śwarne
Co mo

Niedaleko młyna rośnie jarzębina
Trzeba by ja wyrąbać

Jest tam dziewce śwarne
Co mo ocka corne
Ale mi ją nie kcą dać

Jest tam dziewce śwarne
Co mo

The Muse I call experience
The Muse I call experiment
The Muse I call experience
The Muse I call experience
I know it when I feel it

I see the grass

Jest tam dziewce śwarne
Co mo ocka corne
Ale mi ją nie kcą dać

Niedaleko młyna rośnie jarzębina
Trzeba by ja wyrąbać

Jest tam dziewce śwarne
Co mo

for your thigh
You were always the fastest
Not this time
My muse is dead
Felled by her own conceit
My muse is dead
So on to a new pastiche
The dust was

You got some news
But everything
That you say is all reused
All all reused
And my muse
Is a fake cigarette
And your fake news on the loop
Your fake

It's cll cbout The Music by Morning Routine

Verse 1

I've been all around the world I'll tell you
I've sailed all the oceans, painted em' blue
I'm

Wish I could see your face
Wish I could I feel your waist
Wish you were on my side
Wish you were by my side
One day we gon see each other
Even if

Promises only lead to let down
Agreements bound by senseless minds
Pain is felt through the ties of blind compassion
Resolution does not exist
We are

dough (black people) yeah, uh
(Behold) let's get it started like this, uh, okay

(Black people) glorious
Like when the same one in the coupe was in

Come Thou Long Expected Jesus

Chris Tomlin

Glory in the Highest: Christmas Songs

2009

merit,
Raise us to Thy glorious throne.

By Thine all sufficient merit,
Raise us to Thy glorious throne

I was doing
I was in and out the muse smelling like a pound or 2
I was fucked up by my doley, I was living in the streets
I was down and I was stuck

Can you meet me at the top
Right by the city view
I want to show you all the tricks that I can do
Can you meet me at the top
Right by the city view