Lyrics:
fear of the darkness
Sooner or later oh
Sooner or later oh
We'll be walkin' on air
Live for the moment
''cause life is worth living
Love will
make you anticipate great
Type shape real live niggas appreciate
To the utmost I pack toast, keep the gat closed
Run niggas to the island I pack most
closed
Only god knows how far it goes
Fist up in the air
Oh like we don't care
Swinging
Life is short, nights are long
Nothing's sure in this
Lean out your window, golden hair
I heard you singing in the midnight air
My book is closed, I read no more
Watching the fire dance, on the floor
make you anticipate great
Type shape real live niggas appreciate
To the utmost I pack toast, keep the gat closed
Run niggas to the island I pack most
make you anticipate great
Type shape real live niggas appreciate
To the utmost I pack toast, keep the gat closed
Run niggas to the island I pack most
All the stores were closed and shuttered,
And all the streets were dark and bare
In our town, no scarlet ribbons,
Not one ribbon for her hair
I will wade out
Till my thighs
Are steeped
In burning flowers
I will take the sun
In my mouth
And leap into
The ripe air
Alive with closed eyes
unless I have to run
And the long arms of the KGB detect me
Can't trust a soul, secret messenger
Just the rules that lie like circuits in your brain
I will wade out
Till my thighs are steeped
In burning flowers
I will take the sun in my mouth
And leap into the ripe air
Alive with closed eyes
Lean out your window, golden hair
I heard you singing in the midnight air
My book is closed, I read no more
Watching the fire dance, on the floor
All the stores were closed and shuttered,
And all the streets were dark and bare.
In our town, no scarlet ribbons,
Not one ribbon for her hair.
The carnival is closed for the winter
The gates are full of nails
All my belongings in a camper truck
In front of some hellhole motel
The rides
Lean out your window
Golden hair
I heard you singing
In the midnight air
My book is closed
I read no more
Watching the fire dance
Hands up, coming with rhythms to make your head jerk
Hands up, we makin' our whole joint short circuit (yo)
Hands high, touch the sky, get 'em up
Get
All the stores were closed and shuttered,
And all the streets were dark and bare.
In our town, no scarlet ribbons,
Not one ribbon for her hair.
Hands up, coming with rhythms to make your head jerk
Hands up, we makin' our whole joint short circuit
Hands high, touch the sky, get 'em up
Get 'em
me
Now the trees are bare
There's sadness in the air
And I'm as blue as I can be
[Chorus]
Night after lonely night, we meet in dreams
As I
All the stores were closed and shuttered,
And all the streets were dark and bare.
In our town, no scarlet ribbons,
Not one ribbon for her hair.
All the stores were closed and shuttered,
And all the streets were dark and bare.
In our town, no scarlet ribbons,
Not one ribbon for her hair.
All the stores were closed and shuttered,
And all the streets were dark and bare.
In our town, no scarlet ribbons,
Not one ribbon for her hair.
Reach for a new horizon
Setting sights on a circuit scream
Hail the new arrival on
Static signs from a distant wanderer
Fill the air nights are
Rousseau walks on trumpet paths
Safaris to the heart of all that jazz
Through I bars and girders-through wires and pipes
The mathematic circuits
are closed and I'm gasping for air
My carpets are spotted
With tear stains here and there
A torn photograph still lies on my floor
And two
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