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Willie Moore was a young man, his age 21 and he courted a damsel fair Oh, her eyes were as white as a diamond after night and a wavy jet black wore
We are bruised, we are broken But we are goddamn works of art Works of art The pieces of our hearts are gravitating together but Before we could
We are bruised, we are broken But we are goddamn works of art Works of art Pieces of our hearts are gravitating together but Before we could be
Pass me not, O gentle Savior, Hear my humble cry; While on others Thou art calling, Do not pass me by. Savior, Savior, Hear my humble cry, While
to the listener It's to the listener It's to the listeners for those that have a ear for this State of the art engineered for the mix Eardrums are
Willie Moore was a young man, his age 21 and he courted a damsel fair Oh, her eyes were as white as a diamond after night and a wavy jet black wore
I can see the tears filling your eyes And I know where they're coming from They're coming from a heart that's broken in two By what you don't see
our art and perfect our lives We need great golden copulations When the true king's murderers Are allowed to roam free A thousand magicians
our art And perfect our lives We need great golden copulations When the true king's murderers Are allowed to roam free A thousand magicians
know where the ones at Baby just promise me if you go that you'll come back [Outro: (x2)] Believe me baby, Stevie baby D-R-A-K-Eezzy baby So do that
Halfway Home by Rick Moore The signs
that lie here are remains of Death Grinding bones, screaming skulls Broken by the lapse of time Decay to powder, ashes to dust Diminishing,
t-shirts laying on my bed Listening Stevie Nicks on that broken pick up thing Was gift not meant to break Like my heart is was mistake Do you buy her ice
the town I loved so well Now the music's gone but they carry on For their spirits be bruised, never broken They will not forget but their hearts are set
I, spider, wait in hope with monolithic patience My web shivering by starlight Moist ice of tangled spittle I can feel it Pulsate though my feet Are
at I see irrelevance condoned by the delegates Their regression is evident they own What I been off Fuck it since it's the samaritan's I sold I'ma
My heart's broken, (mine's the same) I still love you (make it plural) You're so sweet! The flowers smell sweeter, the closer you are
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, y'all know who this is boy, for real The art of getting robbed This is how we do Brooklyn-style, boy, you know what I'm
of the devoted in line: We call it art, some call it a crime it's the rap Michael Moore, like Bowling for Columbine on drums, Fahrenheit, 9-1-1 Al Queda hit
We call it art, some call it a crime It's the rap Michael Moore, like Bowling for Columbine On drums, Fahrenheit, 9-1-1 Al Queda hit the Apple
chapter, cnd a whole new day Don't let yourself get all caught up, In places you have been We are all works of art We are not broken, these are just scars
Sold your soul for some secular Muzak that's wack Plus you use that loop over and over Claiming that you got a new style Your attempts are futile,
How To Hate You Nychow Moore Yeah I know, and I feel when nothing's going right Painful, sadness and a lonely broken heart Disgusting, and Goodbye's
the land of broken goals Just a cover and a back that you open and you close "Where are all the pages?" The painter said "Defanged I ripped 'em all out
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