Lyrics:
Two people caught on a string
A high-wire act above the center ring
While the audience is wondering
If we'll make it back
Two people up
the dotted (oh, whoa)
I'll be your piece
I'll be your piece
I'll be your piece
Your A-R-T
Study my face (face), frame (frame)
Put me on the wall
Above
out there too?
Lies on on the twilight
It's me, you're home
Blue and grey, in season art
Another night at tower hill
Silence sweet
Is there someone
A thousand miles of concrete
Schools and dams and parks
Two thousand day care centers
And a center for the arts
There will always be poor people
But teach
reflect Thy rays
Stars and angels sing around Thee
Center of unbroken praise
Field and forest, vale and mountain
Flowery meadow, flashing sea
Chanting
existence
tool to escape
diploma working independent
plaster model critical center
Pituitary grand big sculptures
dictatoral art standards
Modern letter
a part of me to
Cover all my accounts and I'm out
You always wanna be in the spotlight (Right)
The Center of Attention I
Also like to mention
INI rocks
the singe
The pendulum it shaves the blade
The strafing air blood raid
infiltration push reserves
Encircle the front lines
Supreme art of strategy
before it was born
I thank you for my greatest art
I found you in the center of the earth
I found you in the middle of my heart
I tried to die before it
Extended Relaxation Center
Must be revived periodically for mandatory physical and mental wellness exercise
You will hear a buzzer
When you hear the buzzer
man
Scout who used no chart
Helped lead lewis and clark
Was a redman
Use of martial arts
In our country got its start
By a yellow man
is to survive
And death is defeat
Infiltration push reserves
Encircle the front lines
Supreme art of strategy
Playing on the minds
Bombard
Love the expression of the one mind
Understand the many cups of the holy ocean
Light of the center sun
To the Rays of love unite
Light
Art center in my gallery
Sort of museum in my gallery
Nice big things as I'm viewing deep
Favourites one's to my gallery
Art center in my gallery
Sort
his passing, UBN will be broadcasting Percy's memorial services
Live from the Clifton Powell Center for the performing arts in The Husky, North
I think I found my Center!
Yeah, yeah
I think I found my Center!
Center... yeah
I think I found my Center
I think I found my Center on Center Street
lives, my music camouflage
I court killers at the center of my synagogue
Torch in hand, extortion to the fortune five hundred
From the porches
thick, never transfused.
These arts and these crafts, just when were they molded?
The blood draws thick, never transfused.
Behind closed doors, we become
lives, my music camouflage
I court killers at the center of my synagogue
Torch in hand, extortion to the fortune five hundred
From the porches
My introduction to that name, they thought I was a Jodeci member
Now when I stroll through the center, I'm lookin' more like the owner
Opposed
Center my mind and center my thoughts
Center my sentiments these sentence open up a vault
I think they trynna take away my thoughts
I think they
of the night
And I said hell is the sun
Burning forever at the center of things
A ball on fire at the center of things
A ball on fire at the center
of the night
And I said hell is the sun
Burning forever at the center of things
A ball on fire at the center of things
A ball on fire at the center
You're a master of the art of temptation
With your charm and your calculated flirtation (oh-yeah)
You move through the room, catching all the stares
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