Lyrics:
Now, with his latest song to swoon all of the lucky fellas out there
Please welcome to the studio, Ben Eales
In a library of love songs
I don't know
The Law Library saga now continues
The Nacirema Dream version
As promised, yuh
You used to get a year for a gun, they increasing the math
hands
Dig just a little bit
The camp is vast asleep
Library laundromats
Inside the dirty sheets
Dig just a little bit
Soup kitchen feeds
Lines
sneak into your library and scribble in all your books
The Backson, The Backson! We don't like the Backson!
When decorating your Christmas tree, they
a curve kicked to the curb
Back in the saddle like Steven Tyler
Creating is tough when the future is odd
We all online security search
Serving a purpose
My sister sees me as some kind of Giles
In a dusty room hidden from daylight
Truth is that I couldnt search my way out
Of a slayer/vampire fight
something's fishy..
Maybe the melting library is a trap..
It's my only real lead.
If you say so.
But go back to l.y.n.x. and continue your search please.
But
As Rose thought of the prince being locked up somewhere in the castle, she started to search the castle.
The desire to find the prince overwhelmed
Be careful looking in his eyes
He'll take a byte out of your soul
And a part of you will die
So suffocate the canary
And set aflame the library
This
knowing, winter
Slowly, knowing, winter
Shape up the war fund, more bucks
Library's full, just need luck
Writing is more fun, the war's done
Just me and my
entered the room
A fist pump to his mates before he left the school
On the bus home it travelled passed the sacred library
Of lyricism glowing
And the old ones shall be again!
Traveling to libraries in search of his precious book
Wilbur found a copy in Miskatonic University
YES! FINALLY! The book is
Devil's in the church
But you been preachin' with the Zealots
The converted yo purpose got a purpose
You been on the search
You been hurt by people that's
a deal
While I'm searching
While I search for some to feel
Everybody ain't who they say that they is you gotta see it
Nigga better hit that library if he
14 15 16 Till dem 18 century
I no fit lie this wan pass all of dem Mystery
Dem foreigners change our life and History
For mi Libary mi see no see
We met by the library August nights
Near the priests' and sisters' prayers
A well-said creed from a passerby
Said with a sinner's flair
And they
at the pub tonight
The old gal pulled out late last night
In search of greener pastures
And I don't know what she thinks she's gonna find
Maybe she's just
our aim to get along
Just search your soul
And look inside yourselves
And when you find yourselves, align with who you are
The key to life
It has been
because these fancy bitches
Got a closet full of kung-fu flicks and nasty pictures
A library to decipher anything religious
He beg for mercy, we pray for
only customary to give this commentary
Some say it's bad, some say it's legendary
You can search all you want, try your local library
You'll never
backs
Search through my catalog
All I see is unbroken backs
Might be a issue
Maybe not
Seen the bigger picture
No crop
Going Astro
And you naut
In another
the company of has-beens
And bent-backs
And sleeping forms on pavement steps
In libraries and railway stations
In books and banks
In the pages of history
In
A Candlelit Dancer
On Library Walls, Down Secretive Halls
Your Quest For The Truth
Truth You Search For The Answer
Tree Of Knowledge, Do You Feel
the arrow in the sky,
I search for the mote in my brother's eye
Beneath the pence...
A time of blunt instruments.
Still uncertain when I've woken
Or what
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