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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

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

Now it's getting louder
Time and time and again I
Broke down
Fooled by the wind
I'm just as bad as you

So maybe I'm a masochist
I'm delicate
I found

of you
You are the muse
To an idle fool
You're far away
But not at all
You're in my mind
Right by the pool
When time runs slow
I think of you
You are

you're my muse
Now I'm feeling useless
Guess it isn't breaking news that
Every song's inspired by you
Every song's inspired by you
Every song's inspired by

the one who is touched by the grace of your magic spell

Alight! You will be reborn from your own ashes
Alive! I'll be your muse eternally
Alight! You will

. 

Music, music, music . . . of the Muse.

Words and Music by Kari Tieger AKA Karen Brennan
Copyright 2004 ASCAP, Vox Tigris Publishing

nothing else to lose
You know I don't need nobody you can tell by how I move
But you can be my muse
Give a fuck about the rules
I know I'm nothing like

You're showing me who you are
It comes by day and night
But what if the muse runs dry?

You are the one
You are the one

Thinking how and worry when
For

thunder rages

Hear the song of the devil's choir
Played before a muse of fire
By the sword we march for glory
And the conquered kneel before me

like that Gaga lady said
Not my fault
Not my fault
Not my fault, oh
Not my fault
Not my fault
Not my fault
Not my fault
What's by my fault is
My

If I need a muse you are right there
Wake up to a smile from my nightmares
When it all goes wrong you my lifeline
Put me in my right mind by

task was replaced
By an empty court and a book...
Without pages
Upon the dying muse the ancient gods are motionless
In front of a mirror they're admiring

importantly

I need a new muse upon my paper
So through with art therapy
Rescue me from my echo chamber (chamber)
Or I'll go mad (mad)
(So sick of myself)

Cuz

want to clutter your space
I’d never want to weigh you down
I’d hate to get in the way
I don’t want to bother you by sticking around
For too long
But

you never understand

I know you wanna be my muse
And I don't wanna be abused by you
I just wanna be the one you hold inside your dreams at night
Whoa