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We come to a stop!

Interlude: Medium-Long (family of ducks passing by)

CHORUS
Chugga chugga chugga 					
Choo choo choo!						
All aboard the train

I can’t make you take it slow   
But let’s 
Sit back 
Relive the year gone by 
It’s impossible to live again
Sit with me, remember precious days

We love Burt Reynolds in Cannonball Run
John Wayne ridin' into the sun
Richard Petty in pole position
The dirty version of "Family Tradition"

Wanna love 
Wanna love you
Wanna love love 
Wanna love you

Oooh oooh ooh ooooh
Ohhhh ooooh ohhhh

Verse:
Blindfolded by love 
Got me hidden from you

it's hard but nigga remain you"
I know it's hard but nigga remain you
Aye, Dreams getting crushed
By them same people you trust
You drop the realest shit

a
Wickr, Wolt, máma, jelly belly, yeah
Jsem největší swagger v týhle zemi, v týhle zemi

More, jsme ready, 2L, Die Mannschaft family (Gang)
A zmrdi by chtěli

There's an old horror film named
Eaten Alive which is very grim.
About a man who fed his guests to his pet gator
who lived in a pool by the Inn
This

individual rhythm
They like to treat me like the villain, yeah
That's fine by me
I keep stackin' it to the ceiling
Buildin' a family tree
Keep her swimmin'

Yeah, never been told, never been told

I started hangin' with my older cousin
Now my family callin' me a thug
But he the one that show me love
So he

It's hard to put into words
The years that have gone by
But the thing that's still inside me
Still wants to untie

My father's getting older

Remind us of the goodness of people

cnd give us the strength to do the work of justice

To be a body of peace in this world

c place ripped apart by

to relatives, I had to start from the basics
Just don't take it over God, that's when you makin' those statements
Know we live by the code, rock the finest

dumb
I wish I could just play along
Keeping it fun
Now it's just us with all lights on

So intimately poor
Don't need a family, I'm a salaryman

of my family (woah, woah, woah, woah)
I'll load up my chopper and guarantee there'll be a tragedy (woah, woah, woah, woah)

I fucked your bitch on my

It's difficult in times like these: ideals
dreams and cherished hopes rise within us
only to be crushed by grim reality
(These are the words that

the dark
George is afraid
Where are the people
Out strolling on Sunday?

George looks within
George is adrift
George goes by guessing
George looks