Lyrics:
I was Born In the valley of the shadow of death
By the rivers that delivered me to pyramid steps
Son of God and of Man, is all residing in me
Born
fix they lens
It's a cold world you the Barbie to my ken
Go and do your thing you can party with your friends
Long as you promises you'll be home by ten
a letter
Sayin' he's returnin' home to me
Please Mister Postman
(Mister Postman, look and see) Oh yeah
(Is there a letter in your bag for me?)
Please
going mad like Ken Kaneki
Black wings black teeth tar stained lungs
Eyes bleed nose rot with cuts on my tongue
Words slice deep maybe worse than a blade
battled on earth and sky
With blade and bow, by heart and mind
You've drawn your sword, I draw the line
We walk as mortals, but were once divine
Back
you're not even mine
At all
Another letter lost in the mailbox
Another picture of me and you
Your mom will hide this from you
Your mom keeps telling you
numbers in your jeans
You're talking in your sleep
Faded letters written by me
Get o-u-t
No more sitting at home alone
While you're out with
returning home to me
Mister postman look and see
Is there a letter in your bag for me
I been waiting a long long time
Since I heard from that girl
pictures
They really want piece of the money
It's two letters after M
I am not a ATM
I cannot budget a friend
Can't put no time on your blessings
I'm talking
matter where I am, they remind me of home
One thing I can count on to always be done
Is being loved with cards and letters from Mom
She sends me cards
Sat by the riverside, skimming stones
I'd never felt so alone
Thinking of the people I used to know
But it's a long way home
I'll write a letter
in Detroit City
From the letters that I write they think I'm just fine, yes they do
But by day I make the cars and by night I make the bars
If only
returning home to me
Mister postman look and see
Is there a letter in your bag for me
I been waiting a long long time
Since I heard from that girl
Another Christmas day
Will come and go away
I've got so far to go
But I wanna go home
I need to go home
May be surrounded by
A million
in Detroit City
From the letters that I write they think I'm just fine, yes they do
But by day I make the cars and by night I make the bars
If only
in Detroit City
From the letters that I write they think I'm just fine, yes they do
But by day I make the cars and by night I make the bars
If only
in Detroit City
From the letters that I write they think I'm just fine, yes they do
But by day I make the cars and by night I make the bars
If only
a girl in the bar
Walked up beside him
And this is what she said
She said, a woman came by
With a letter for you
And this is what the letter said
entrancing,
but the dancing was a lamentable mess!"
FIRMIN
"Dear Firmin, just a brief reminder:
my salary has not been paid.
Send it care of the ghost, by
in Detroit City
From the letters that I write they think I'm just fine, yes they do
But by day I make the cars and by night I make the bars
If only
shot at
I'm tired of hiding in the ground
From all those enemy soldiers that
Blindly follow orders so
I don't send letters home
'Cause I know that they
you ehh...
Lazy girl with pride
This is a letter for you
Because of money
Stay away from people hubby
No grab
Another woman joy...
Cos wives are not
home
Lord, how I want to go home
Home folks think I'm big in Detroit City
From the letters that I write they think I'm fine
But by day I make
telling me
I'm alone contemplating writing
My last letter
A pen and a pad makes me feel better
I sit at home meditating
To session my situation
One deep
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