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warrior…
No Panic! At The Disco but Jerome The Prince Victorious…
Yeah, man I’m just looking to the sky…
This for every time I watched my mother fucking cry…

Am I fooling myself
Thinking that her footprints haven't washed away yet

Is she gone with the wind
Carried away by a warm gypsy breeze 
Or is she

each role
With every breath I spoke your name
And lost a portion of my soul
Looking back in retrospect
Footprints in a winter snow
By design it was not

paper up I can't get enough
I need old money that papyrus, till I'm rich enough the clubs pay for us
I'm on my grind like a skateboarder, money on my mind

Press play roll a j 
I'm in enlightened by the Buddha 
I don't fuck with no Judas
Play my mother fucken roll like Cuba 
Grab a jacked I'm just getting

face

In rocky times are you looking to soothe
The pain of life by reliving your youth?
What's done is done
Relieve yourself of the burden of proof

piling and climbing crates, looking for a real life escape
They're sitting in a room, deciding which rights to take
Read a book, I wish I could see

one more minute of your time

Still see you standing at my door
How can I know if its for sure
I can't accept the past
Don't fill me the parting glass

Every trail, every rock
Look around, where did they go,
Dogs sniffing the air,
Looking for our sheep

Chorus: 
Black Mesa Mountain man,
Forever in our

surrounded by broken dreams
But up ahead on the bridge is the girl with the angel wings

I'm searching for prayer books full of silence
A lonesome evil in

Can't get out
Feels so empty in this town

Another hour passes by
Looking for her
But she is me

See a figure up ahead
Watching closely
No moonlight here

over there
There's a kite in the sky
Amongst the birds flying high
Look at the sea  as the white horses flair
 Walk in footprints left behind
Moments

mean it
I'm numero uno
I'm like that kid from Compton
Or boy from O-V-O
Or that man with a shiny glove on his tippy toes
I'm in it for the long run
I'm

new jersey, green bay
i'm looking all over the entire usa

i'm searching for a girl
i don't care what size
i don't give a damn about the colour of her

the change I've been looking for
Beating the moths to the flame of my fear
Burning holes in me

Gracing my hopes with the scars of my days
Though long lived

this
We leave a trail of mistakes
In a wake like footprints
Good kids, mad world
But got a feelin' we're making it through
Well then I'm waiting for you

shot
But her momma said she don't want anything I got
Now I'm stuck half standing by the handbag set
Sucking on a low-tar cigarette
Looking for anything

Feigned innocence
Crashing down
Arriving
Meteors crash
In the light of dusk
Spread the dust
As suffering abides by no law
Desperate for intervention

that scheme for me
Come on somebody scream

Brick by hypocritical brick mentally sick habitus fatal attraction
To this fatal contraption drugs money

song.  
You know the way, know the vibe, you know the drill, 
Gave what I got, Shikira said I’m too real. 
Looking for love in wrong places I don’t get

drive, I'm auto matic
Ain't listenin' to demos
Especially not 'cratics
These niggas panic like we at the disco
I got a simple plan for you
We should rage

or plastic cups
It don't matter we don't ask for much
Now pass the dutch

When I was in Bordeaux drunk texts looking like morse code
Merlot kept coming by

Believe Again

Delta Goodrem

Delta

2008

hear

I was leaving footprints tainted by my past
On this winding road to you

[Chorus]
I'd lost my faith in love
Tonight I believe again
My

in tax

But long behold there was a bear
With much not to long for or care
Drunk on rage and ketamine
He had a hunger for Bobby's spleen

Save him save