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The Book of My Life

Sting

Sacred Love

2003

Let me watch by the fire and remember my days
And it may be a trick of the firelight 
But the flickering pages that trouble my sight
Is a book I'm

mean

I mean I can surpass limits any minute Yami Sukehiro
Possessing the vibe by now it feels Music to be Murdered By
Aukali flow nikale aukat hunar ki

Try To Remember
by Patti Page

Try to remember the kind of September
When life was slow and oh, so mellow
Try to remember the kind of September
When

Granny cabinet...

(Aye nick nack patti wack give a bitch a bone
Im jus trynna get some dome, she keep blowin up my phone
Nick nack patti wack gave her ass

I pour out my life on this page 
Life on this stage

By doin' what you do best and is easiest 
Brings less stress I must confess
I feel blessed so if

By reefer clouds and bottles
In and out of county jail
This is hell, see the young black males in packed cells
With they heads down
And they fists

And by the way, you're replaceable
Press the knife against my wrist
Are we on the same page
Push the knife into my vein
Are we on the same page
Are we

being famous or how
Many hit's their page gets
That are happy being nameless
And absent from your papers
And could never be swayed by
Someone clapping in

Ah You know how many pens I done put to the page
The hate inside their eyes got em looking a way
You know how many tracks I can cook in a day
This

that I'm subject to change, yeah
I guess, haven't decided if I'm gonna stay a brunette
A little unpredictable, I confess
That if one thing's the same

forty-

five so i flip the record over 
and she remembers with the smack of a snare. 
cll through the hour we're serenaded
by the phantom voice of patti

Though I'm by my side
I'm better without me
Though I'm by my side
I'm better without me
Empty pages, a writer is needed
Warnings from inside that I should

/ it's seems am cultivated by the  blessing's I confess/ well after all this stressing keep  yah essence in the power in the people we address /don't

Maybe I'll just be fucked up forever
Should have figured myself out by now
And I don't want to tear myself open, no
But it's hard to care when you

sides
Mommy I'm here with the guys
I can't confess on no page
Save that for god when I pray
Save that for god when I pray
Mmm
Whats the amount?
Mmm
Baby

was raised I just gotta get mine
But imma wait for them days we just trynna get by
By
By
By
As I pick up this pen
Write down my wrongs confess

it's champagne
I was taken by the view

Like we were in Paris
Like we were somewhere else
Like we were in Paris, oh
We were somewhere else

with a pink sunrise
Fill my body with oxytocin
Turn the pages one by one
My cherry scented magazines
I love the way she turns me on

Confess my wildest

Yeah
Rudeboy
Yeah yeah
Oh I confess you say less
I come with the mission
To get you invest, see this vest
Bullet proof my love for
You acquiesce, see

can't manifest
Unless you speak it and confess just don't speak it out unless
It's for the best and if the rest do the opposite
You gotta keep your moral

an open page, it washes the ashes of my yesterdays
Her soul is like ice and fire, she's my only one desire

I took her by the hand, and she led me to where

of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't

don't know what I'm doing
I guess
I must confess
I'm getting closer to numb
Closer to dumb
Beating on my own drum
Yeah, I'm beating and beating, I'm

Down Low Double Life

R. Kelly

R.

1998

believe the shit I did the night we were at your mom's
I got a page from out of town, lied and said it was my job
Grabbed my hat, coat, gloves and scarf