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hate
Don't pick up my phone, I'm down a rabbithole with some old friends
Who know how to ghost me, by the end of the high
But they'll be back again

of the heart is what we crave
And we sit by the river with a cup of tea
Watch the movement of the tide in the gentle breeze
Pelican drifting slowly looking

bije z takato
Piję neo z pazminem by z klatki nie wypadło
By w melanżu pozostać wbić znowu gwoździa
Mieć benzynę w żyłach proch strzeli ci w nozdrzach
Im

Where's a boy
Wearing Holister
Old fashioned boy
He didn't know anything

Where's a boy
Looks like a country boy
But little cynical
At least he had

when I'm here alone

Wish I was laying on your shoulder
Imagine me wrapped up in your arms
It doesn't feel like Christmas, no, without you by my side

Why did you lose your accent?
It comes out when you're with your old friends
They said you better mask it
Don't want the big city laughing

One

first heard Merle?
Got the nerve to kiss a green eyed girl?
Where would old dogs ride?
And where would life fly by?

And Where would I have raised

In the age of the barbarians  When people met with scary ends  By bear bite or by battle axe  It was super-violent to the max    There lived a little

She was always walking, singing to her footsteps
Dirt ditch paths and pine cones digging up glass bottles
Rusty springs from feather beds, old

clouds are passing by
clearing up the darkened sky
face in the teeth of the wind
to watch the rising fight
Nightly scene
nocturnal game
moon obsessed
With

of happiness
Two shots of sad
She's on the mission to get
What she never had
She be comin home
With bruises and blisters
From gettin twisted
By them ballers

I have heard about the days of old
About the men who followed You
And how they saw the Supernatural
And became the chosen few

So I come before You

secta
you wanna be us ain't no motherfuckin heart to disrespect us
or test us never the less approach us
find me down in wab town by the har smoking

Everybody knows
That it's just the way
The story goes

Shouldn't you know?
By now
You should've known
But you don't know how

Shouldn't you know?
By now
You

and I don't know why
Your hair fell back in the style of an old cliché

‘Cause I am all but floored by the concept of imperfection
Yet somehow bored by my

Peap at da top I'm nearer
I am da circler mover
24 shooter
16 year old mc trooper
Always recorder
Walk wid da Lord not a borer
Mr.munk's raw to da corer

Listen to the tale I tell
a haunting dream I know so well
When walking home alone one night
my path revealed by candlelight
Ahead I see an open door

bad week
But boy boyfriend, yeah, he cheated
Something about her being mistreated
In her eyes she was only 20% there
And litlle by little by little
She

[Music & Lyrics: Mìller]

Forgotten dreams lost inside

Hide your tears from others pride

Feelings so cold habits grow old

Lost my mind in

if you ever want me by your side
 
Now there ain't no rope tight enough to bind me
Look for me honey you will find me
Any old time you're ready with

no time
Don't need no mister to tell me what, when and why
I find my love in red wine
No chaser
I get by with my liquor and my paper
Red wine
No

own
The way that you smile when something pleasant is up in your mind And you put your tiny lips to my ear
We could break this old routine, this

track by koniec miał być dziś
Na głowie szary kaptur nadchodzi tonie mnisz (w kaplicy)

Przy stole płonie gees lecz nie brak nam motywacji
Bo każda bomba

memory of what used to be

Death by oblivion (do it)
Deadly criterion (do it)
Flames of despair burning
My blood is boiling inside me

Death by