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I'll be this way till my flesh in the dirt
I'll be this way till I'm
I'll be this way till I'm
I'll be this way till I'm
I'll be this way till I'm
Ten miles to northward of the narrow port
Open'd a larger haven: thither used
Enoch at times to go by land or sea
And once when there, and clambering
the road like Usain Bolt
Till the tow truck came to a sudden halt
Out got a man whose name was Purvis
He said he was with the wrecker service
Well, me Dad
From then till now ‘the bell of hate’ rings
In your land ‘the rule of the gun’
Affects the lives of everyone
You killed Presidents and men of peace
of straw and
patient animals standing around. The mother nods by the side
of the child. Suddenly she wakes from her lightish doze, sees
them, shrieks
Don't wake me till I land, when they barely understand
What I speak, but they nod to my beats
I tell my fans who I am, and they stand, and they clap
Don't wake me till I land, when they barely understand
What I speak, but they nod to my beats
I tell my fans who I am, and they stand, and they clap
Try to resist, all the hurt that's all around you
If you taste it, it will haunt you
So come, take me by the hand, we'll leave this troubled land
I
Yes I'm movin'
Get ready for the big time
Tap dancing on a land mine
Yes I'm movin'
Yes I'm movin'
Old tin lizzy do it till you're dizzy
Give it
land
Let us till its soil
In courage and strength
Palawan
On it we stand
Firm and true to the promise
Of a living God
What story will our sons
In the heart of the west, if you live by the law of the land
When you wear the badge, they say, you're a lonesome man
I had one eye on the door,
a handful of land in his hand
Said: I'm stayin' with the farm till I die
Yes, I'm stayin' with the farm till I die
They fed him short ribs and coffee
until I make it cuz when I do
My village, not my hood, my village with hands rough will stand up
On their land that's been stolen from them, Vietnam son
me till I fly
away
In a land of many choices indeed
In a land where only gold will set you free
Take me to the places, wake me then erase it
Det fanns ett land i norr där vädret kanske var rätt kallt
Men det var ändå ett sånt land där värme genomsyra' allt
Det var känt som en slags fristad
the subways till I get what I need
I'm not gonna stay here, just lie here and bleed
One road to the promised land
I'm gonna get there any way I can
One
Stalin wasn't stallin'
When he told the beast of Berlin
That they'd never rest contented
Till they had driven him from the land
So he called
by dreams and desires man
Most of my life on the right route
Doing my best till my lights out
You can't turn me off, cause I'm always on
Call me
That asked for your hand, and still the same plan
Another brother falls by the wayside
Another brother falls by the play side
I knew ever since I was
to ruin lunch but I’m so loud
Ima keep on tryna push until it’s sold out
You gon talk your shit till I show out
Baby talk your shit Cus I’m home now
Hold
färd stod utan hamn
Vår lust blev all vår jakt
Er aska nu ur min hand
Var boning mald till sand
Jag driver från land till land
Förvittrar varje band
Ur
of land in his hand,
Said: "I'm stayin' with the farm till I die.
Yes, I'm stayin' with the farm till I die."
They fed him short ribs and coffee
further, hoping
To lay our swords and hearts down
Ride Till the end
Through uncharted lands
Rise and defend
Ride till the end
Our footprints inscribing
the music of the land
Inch by inch, row by row
Gonna make this garden grow
Gonna mulch it deep and low
Gonna make it fertile ground
Plant your rows straight
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