Lyrics:
the palms of your touch
In a world of dark distractions
It can all get too much
So let's sit by an English river
'Til the water runs dry
Can we light
nothin' to lose
There's a spot for you beside me on this stool
Come kick it with the losers (oh)
The outcasts and the sinners
on the grind
One hundred mil' and I'm still on the grind
Never peddled rock, never said a lot, only what need to be said
Got a little guap, when you get
the palms of your touch
In a world of dark distractions
It can all get too much
So let's sit by an English river
'Til the water runs dry
Can we light
and the innocent
How will you raise your hand when they call your name?
Yeah, yeah, yeah
We weren't born to follow
Come on and get up off your knees
When life
the riverside
Let's get together what a treat
Down by the riverside, down by the riverside
Strike up the band, start the parade
Don't let that grand old
off to the side (whoa, shit)
Oh say can you see a hundred dead bodies in the street?
By the dawn's early light, double Sprite, and a R.I.p. Tee
So
by with sweet tea and God's graces
You can love like a sinner and lose like a winner
Nothing's shatterproof
You can crash and burn and come back
are
It's much better by far to be young at heart
And if you should survive to a hundred and five
Look at all you'll derive out of bein' alive
long, vaya con dios.
Good luck, wish you well, take it slow.
Easy come girl, easy go.
We tried to work it out a hundred times, ninety- nine it didn't
Fairy tales can come true
It can happen to you if you're young at heart
For it's hard, you will find
To be narrow of mind if you're young at heart
are
It's much better by far to be young at heart
And if you should survive to a hundred and five
Look at all you'll derive out of bein' alive
are
It's much better by far to be young at heart
And if you should survive to a hundred and five
Look at all you'll derive out of bein' alive
a heaven for a G, nigga, hell for the sinners
Two tone chinchilla, ballin' for the winter
All white Drophead, copped it for the summer
Move a hundred
Come all you non-believers and you'll see
Jesus and Elvis, painted on velvet
Hanging at the bar here every night
It's good to be back again, oh, me
gold and maybe get rich
Look inside of your soul and you can find out it never exist
I can feel the changes
I can feel a new life
I always knew life
Lord God
I come to you a sinner
And I humbly repent for my sins
I believe that Jesus is Lord
I believe that you raised him from the dead
I will
need it everyday
On a scale of one to ten I'm at 100
Never get enough, I can't stay away
If you want it, I got it, I got it everyday
You can get
I'm conditioned
I serve and I hustle on any conditions
Fuck your permission, I'll get to them digits
Come to your town and I get and split it
I get
come on
Get through it
Come on, come on, come on
Love's the greatest thing
That we have
I'm waiting for that feeling
I'm waiting for that feeling
the good and keep the bad
Don't believe all you read in the Bible
You sinners get in line
Saints you leave far behind
Very soon you're gonna be his
Come to my hood
Everybody get it
And for that paper all the wrong things sound right
Where I'm from they push a hundred keys and it sound like
and the innocent
How will you raise your hand when they call your name?
Yeah, yeah, yeah
We weren't born to follow
Come on and get up off your knees
When life
come on
Get through it
Come on, come on, come on
Love's the greatest thing
That we have
I'm waiting for that feeling
I'm waiting for that feeling
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