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twenty-four seven
Nightmares gonna come but you remember that nothing lasts forever

Twenty eight days, six hours, forty two minutes
Twelve seconds 'til

seven lined up for Your head
Before the second shot he was already dead
Hit him up make blood leak from his dread
If You don't want to be next just do

how many yards I have to run, I ll do it no matter what. Dunno how much more time I'm gonna last. I will give all I have, hope to see u again by my

the Hennessey Venom F5. The Hennessey Venom F5 is powered by a 7.4-liter V8 engine that generates 1,817 horsepower and 1,193 lb-ft of torque. The car can go from

began, it was rough
Seven stopped sucking the thumb
Thirteen started smoking drugs
Ripstick broke when at the plugs
Every second I grow up
But that's

infantry
Slowly march on Kabul
They leave resourceful
When you run out of drugs you get withdrawals
Picked dry by a cult of hate
Hail Mary runaway plane

Octane 
Written by J. Leblanc/G. Madden

Without you, you cannot escape
You’re trapped in your own world
You are running volatile
Everything is

to feel something real
Hard to find a way to escape from reality
When you're blinded by fear
Of losing someone
Of losing something real
Or losing yourself
I

more hours, seventeen minutes and thirty-nine, thirty-eight, thirty-seven, thirty-six more seconds till Christmas
(Phone rings)
[Wait. I've got the night

jail I hopped right back in/ survivor mode tryna run them racks back in/ hey imma be a nigga for life I can't help that/ when they said by any means

thicker than blood when family run your name through the mud
They live in shame when they can't pay up your bucks
Fuck a loan cause in return it won't come

with no assistance, tried to escape but met resistance
Wish I never let y'all in my existence, but
Y'all so persistent
Run my feelings over with

Run
With entertainment
Make it a statement
Beyond comparison

There will never be a second chance
Never again
You're nothing to me
I never gave

at seven sorry urchins with their back against the wall
Taking up the street (warm November heat)

At brunch you nearly were accosted by a maniac in rags
No

Too Heavy for Cherubs

Cage

Hell's Winter

six-year old body
Black-out for second, pick my head up off the street
Little kid handle my face-its not me in the driver seat
Father comes out screaming

Run
With entertainment
Make it a statement
Beyond comparison

There will never be a second chance
Never again
You're nothing to me
I never gave

in my sheets I could drown
Everyday feels the same all bleeding into one
If I could escape I can't tell you how fast I'd run
To anywhere as long as its

in all that grime? You have got The Clairvoyant, Prisoner, Heaven
Can Wait, released the 7th of November 1988 chart position number six! Yes!

Now it’s something like 12:01
I lie here feeling numb
Seven more hours ’til I see the rising sun
I try but I can’t run
I’m paralyzed by all the thoughts

A nature's call took everything suddenly
Followed by isolation
Afraid of touch, impossible to overcome
A fragile condition

How can you escape from

Fallen from the heavens
Born a sinner, die a slave
Seventy times seven
Can't begin to take away
The blood on my record
Runs more scarlet every day

my head
The silence takes
(Till there's nothing left)
I got here by my own regrets
To take a run at this mischief
Tatter these fixes to see again

the option was to run, escape
You took so long to love
You made me wait
And fake inside your soul
You manipulate
Can't take my own away
My heart still aches

Second chances they ain't the same
They're stained by blame it's such a shame
Simply part of the game we play
Just try again another day
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