Lyrics:
All port broadcasts will proceed as normal.
No more than two people may gather anywhere without promission.
Use only the drugs described by your boss
the saddest of all,
Are the pictures from life's other side.
Just a picture from life's other side,
Someone has fell by the way,
A life has gone out with
When by the phone
In vain you sit
You very soon in your mind realize that it's not just
An ordinary pain in your heart
When you by chance
Go
passing by
And the town crier makes his cry
At the turn of the century,
Turn of the century.
Big wide hats and men is spats
At the turn
day I'd watch them beauties roll by
And sometimes I'd hang my head and cry
'Cause I always wanted me one that was long and black.
One day I devised
hot
Heaven's sakes! Is that a spot?
Clean it up! We want the company impressed
We've got a lot to do
Is it one lump or two
For you, our guest
I know one plus one equals two
And it's me and you
That's all we'll have when the world is through
'Cause baby, we ain't got nothing without love
He's got a house made of glass
Got his own swimming pool...what a gas
We've got a one-room shack
Five by six by the railroad track, well
What
stay
More than just two lips away
If my hours could be spent
Near you
I'd be more than content
Near you
Make my life worthwhile
By telling
Hey baby won't you take my hand
And make me a happy man
I ain't rich but I found my fortune in you
Two jobs on the nighttime shift
I'm still left
the good rhymes
The whole scenery reminded me of good times
I don't like to feel that I'm put in a rut
By a young nigga that needs to pull his pants up
He
And your Blue Duck's no longer alive
You took Jim Reed to your warm wedding bed
And from out of your love was born the boy, Ed
A pal killed Jim Reed by
as I roll off the Compton blocks
To skoop up Ren I heard shots,
1 2 3, Then I see the nigga
Hop in the Benz and it was Ren on the motherfucking
The song a robin sings
Through years of endless springs
The murmur of a brook at eventide
That ripples through a nook where two lovers hide
boulevard
he's going out, to the dirty boulevard
He's going down, to the dirty boulevard
This room cost 2,000 dollars a month
you can believe it man
write the good rhymes
The whole scenery reminded me of good times
I don't like to feel that I'm put in a rut
By a young nigga that needs to pull his
Now I'm the mothafucka that you read about
Takin' a life or two, that's what the hell I do
You don't like how I'm livin'? Well, fuck you!
This is
The spell was cast,
At last,
Refrain
Once we walked alone
Down by the river ,
All the world our own
Down by the river.
Maybe the river made our love
Farewell Angelina
The bells of the crown
Are being stolen by bandits
I must follow the sound
The triangle tingles
And the trumpet play slow
were we
The shore was kissed by sea and mist tenderly
I can't forget how two hearts met breathlessly
Your arms opened wide and closed me inside
You took
I thought some time in the sun
Would help me get over you
But I could tell from day one
This is a place meant for two
Now here I sit
age was nineteen
He was the bravest union man, that I have ever seen
Harry Simms was a palomine, we labored side by side
Expecting to be shot
the spark
Two eyes took the aim
Behind a man's brain
But he can't be blamed
He's only a pawn in their game
A South politician preaches to the poor
a sigh were we
The shore was kissed by sea and mist tenderly
I can't forget how two hearts met breathlessly
Your arms opened wide and closed me inside
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