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Sweet life
Coming home and it was late
waiting at the station
I had a conversation with a stranger
Just passing by
They had a lot to say
I didn’t

Do you see the ending?
Can you feel the end?
Staring in the mirror
With the eyes that i've betrayed
One thing can cure those
Kids with broken hearts

and recline –
V5 rolling ball syringe stuck it in
‘Cause art was the curse and
The cure and the friend
Know that it’s true – alive when I write this
The serpent

songstress cure mankind's disease
Seasons pass with loved ones gone
A grief she holds onto
Writing songs heals deep wounds
Whose blood empties into
Her life by

tonight, and swing side to side
And hang by the pride, that I used to have
Once upon a time, I was fine
And my mind was right but now I'm only sad

Serotonin

Camera obscura, the screech of the Kookaburra
Pointing out a murder to teach 'em all the cure of
The cure-all, the Gerber-life that makes 'em more

You know I got you with any lil thing
Your eyes fill the night with the shine in your face
You are the answer to cure all my pain
When the time's

I can
Find a cure for all your ills
Or just a lust for life
Don't you die on me now

If the grass looks green
Then let it go
Roam aside the buffalo
I

sleep on me, ah ah
Sleep with a knife by your bed
So convinced she got a gun to her head
Only relief when she's taking the meds
Or taking Henny instead

overdue to take
Start living as One race that's the human race

Put needle in skin
Let vaccine seep in
No withholding food or medicine
No poisoning by North

hooked on?
And although I got men galore
You're in my pores, and Mon amour
Is there a cure? I'm not so sure
Cause I adore you
On my knees, here's my

memories
I'll smoke you out
Be your remedy
Don't believe me now
Just wait and see
Actions speak
Louder than words
So I heard but
I'm a cure for her for sure

Christmas?
My heart is bleeding, you're the cure
Where are you this Christmas !?
I don't want nothing more.
I don't want nothing more.
It's been a bad year,

fear the repercussions of the end
Walk along the empty path with wounds you must tend
No hope of finding a cure to mend
Corruption stitched across

the cure
I'm sliding inside
I need to take a detour
Mi amour
Imma fuck like my whore
Her pussy make me secure
Voilà
Hit it raw
So I can feel it pure
Mmhmm

Looking, looking at the sky
Watching the clouds roll by
And all I can do is sigh
The morning, the morning mildew
Wash eight shy years from you
'Cause

Of something I have been sure
And now time marks the end
And there's no way to go back

Time marks the end, marks the impossible
It became my cure, It's part

a letter off to Santa
He put it in the mail just yesterday
And he pleads...
Dear Santa, all I want is a cure for mommy
Can you please help her not be

my holes
Cut deep but by your surgery
I know that   I know that

You only you
Are an aid I medicate my, cure is just
You only you
You're therapeutic

is like a epidemic and there is no cure to cure it anytime yo get it na judge d book by d cover could a ugly could a pretty yo na know who get it every

of wings 

Wind! 

Once upon a time there was a man 
There was a man 
That carried inside… Inside his heart 
The cure to soothe… To soothe the pain

practice
Her name is Justice

Power corrupts you, there is no cure
Slipt to your deep hole, you sold your soul

That girl
She’s a loaded gun
They will fall

the court room and justice scatters
Decorate my home by hanging bodies from the rafters
Fate fucked me long ago my heart and soul shattered
Now I'm just

find me in the next life
Kill the point of reason my dear
Conspicuous with your sexual compulsion
Reject the need to find yourself
I've got the cure