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my place in this world till I saw it with a chain
As long as you're calling me keep calling me insane
Calling me deranged 
Who am I call me by my name

so we don't have to use the phone

I'm inside
In aisle 5
I don't know if I can 
Survive or thrive
Dead or alive
I'm right by the pie
I am stuck behind

My personal space ain't for sale
If I can't be free I'd rather be in jail
I'd rather be on the run
Then to be told what to do by a man with a gun
I

Language of Love

Cliff Richard

We Don't Talk Anymore

1979

de terre,

And always croquette,
I am from angleterre and you are from france,
And you will honour me by having a dance.

[Chorus]
Straight

Solsbury Hill

Erasure

Other People's Songs

2003

When I think that I am free

Watched by empty silhouettes
Who close their eyes, but still can see
No one taught them etiquette
I will show another me

mapping,
And unpacking all that I'm passing

Dragging a corpse, of coarse
I run the coarse, I know the source
I am, suddenly unsure tap it in morse
I don't

at the celling every night, maybe if i'm high it will be alright
But when the demons are near by, nothing ever feels right
Yeah i can't trust these people anymore,

in

Do not mind me
I am just passing right by your house
Hello there
I just wanted to see if you are home

in

Do not mind me
I am just passing right by your house
Hello there
I just wanted to see if you are home

Walking through the dust
In search for the light
Peace is out of sight
I am metally concussed

Will i just remain
Just the way i am
All the inner

Dey think am I no Dey alright
I know say I Dey do my best if you think say I no try
Money make me leave home without saying goodbye.

zero account I

to the gatoo
My niggers thay flows
Everyday by day na so we celebrate  ehh
I saw my men for my marley  ehh
I pray for them to get the money
Some people press

Still D.R.E.

Dr. Dre

Private Party Collectors Edition

2000

at it, after mathematics
In the home of drive-by's and ak-matics
Swap meets, sticky green, and bad traffic
I dip through, then I give you (still)

the earnest desire of my soul, the ending of my goal
That You alone be all I know as I steady look in Your face and behold
All that You are, all that I am, all

Bundled at 360 degrees, my cycles are warm
Waxing and waning, my focus obtaining and smoothly complaining
About the ride home, it feels like I never was

a sleepwalker
With no direction
And fear of climbing high
I am two lonely hands
Crossed by the fear of
Seeing what's out there and wanna run

Stop trying to sit

a child I am wild
To show you how my heart has grown
I said that I'd be waiting for you
When you made it home
And we've made it through the days
And we are

Since we found the psycho within
I think we let a cycle begin
I tried to let you out by coming in
Now here I am
Ever since I'm trying to do without
I

forget this
Smoke some weed get you pregnant
I talk about you in my lyrics
But only the wise will get this

I am a the God damn devil
Ride in my car like

Yeah
See am winning cause i gat you by my side
Yeah
Got alot of pretty ten's for the night
Nails did,White covers
They just wan gimme head
Ain't tripping

I must start by saying
Nobody knows me
I don't need to apologize
For all of your reasons
So many faces pass me by
But they're blank
Filled with no

haunting me
And you think it's all a show
But trust me that I am done with all this negativity
It's why I'm singing
Oh no
I ain't coming home
Oh no no
Please

we used to run through
And I’ll be singin’ this Song
Till I return where I belong
And till you’re lying in my arms again at home
So I am sleeping

Thought in this home it was just me 
But the TV is showing my story 
I'm surrounded by the same 4 walls
But so much is changing lately 

Maybe we're