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and gold
Victoria Crosses won by Booth, and Nesbitt brought us fame
We're the only police in the world with a King's Standard to our name
Both soldiers
and Tarcisia told me where they were going and told me it was 38 via Regnoli. So she said “Would you like to come down?” By this time we’d moved up to Villanova,
I don't wanna share it
I Just got off the phone with Johnny Dang in Paris
She wrote me a letter I ripped it a teared it
She said it all mine but for
the experience of the (unintelligible) behind me, I said to Steve, "well look here, why don't I
come back with you?" I mean, I like a couple of weeks in Jersey.
So
all the politicians higher than the state are in the know?
Nah, dismantle the whole system
And if all lives matter, you should stand here with us
those who died with you by their side were denied access
to the higher ground.
Betrayal.
Eternal detest from the ones left unblessed, so possessed.
the sun
She took the initiative
And down the path she went
She filled her pots after she swam
There, by the riverbed
With silent determination
She came
of
iambs marching. Who said that? Who is in this dark room with me?
Who is standing by my side? Whispering in my ear?
Breathing on my neck? Giggling? Who is
of only fourteen
A finer young gentleman you've never seen
We went out walking one Easter eve
And left with that man's wife that evening
vision you lacking too see, your delusions are distracted by booty
Only time your thoughts actually stick out
Only man for the job these feature fuel me
Blinded by the thought of us, so
Give me a chance, I will
Fuck up again, I warned
You in advance (oh)
But you just keep on starin' at the sun
Wait
What's the problem?
I just can't stop feeling like
Everybody wants to fight
What's the deal, man?
Did we forget that everyone
Shares the same sun
I
let no man curse
Or one of us will leave here tonight in a hearse
For we'll be tried by 12
And fertilizing daisies
Crying mommas and cousins
let no man curse
Or one of us will leave here tonight in a hearse
For we'll be tried by 12
And fertilizing daisies
Crying mommas and cousins
let no man curse
Or one of us will leave here tonight in a hearse
For we'll be tried by 12
And fertilizing daisies
Crying mommas and cousins
man sound better
Than me with my style"
I had to mimic how your style sound
To prove I can shit on you with any style
I'm moving my bows now
I'm
in love with the motherfucking chick there's at least a million of?
They say love the one you with, but this shit is killing us
Our love's on some
and love carried me through it all
Grace
What have you done to me?
With charity you've made me holy
I could not pay
To come where you've taken me
But your
sacrificed and paid the price I love
No other could ever do what you did with four kids
Had to raise us by yourself because them dad slid
[Hook]
Please let me
"
And remember going by your rules, try to follow the Lord's rules
Thought we was the new Abu Dhabi
Told Drake don't play with me on GD
And he sent that message
generation has to deal with this
So don't tell me not to bitch, you greedy capitalist
You selfish, materialistic swine
When all this come back you better hope
for this God that has always lived in man
Desiring us to formulate a plan to clean the land from filth
So stand, you could live truth and not regret
right to the sun.
Now that you find, now that you're whole.
Seasons will pass you by,
I get up, I get down.
I get up, I get down.
I get up, I get down.
have any idea?
What that can do to a man?
What that can do to a man?
(Tell 'em!)
Magdalena, don't you tease me like this
Right in the hallway with
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