Lyrics:
There's a full moon over India and Gandhi lives again
Who's to say you have to lose for someone else to win
In the eyes of all the people the look is much
YOUNG CHARLOTTE
(words: traditional/Lissa S, music: traditional/Lissa S.)
source: “The Maine Woods Songster” edited by Phillips Barry, 1939
In
lungs get sore
Cousin went feds all over a silly hoe
Playing in the streets boy you gotta have a scoop
Best in the game Micheal Phillips breast
I live it, What I make I flip it
Money stand tall as Roy Hibbert hater forget it
Young Money!
Yea, where I from nigga even killas get killed
Just
the shores of Howard Beach
Are full of Afrikan corpses
And those that do live 2 be 18
Bumrush 2 join the Armed Forces
This so called "Home of the Brave"
Why
got the do re mi
You want to buy you a home or a farm, that can't deal nobody harm
Or take your vacation by the mountains or sea
Don't swap your old
to dwell
White dove will mourn in sorrow
The willows will hang their heads
I'll live my life in sorrow
Since mother and daddy are dead
We were
night, Irene
I guess you're in my dreams
Stop rambling and stop gambling
Quit staying out late at night
Go home to your wife and family
Sit by
It's late and I'm waiting and by
Now he should be home
I've walked the floor for hours
Listening for the telephone
But he's always weak with dreams
the trouble of this world
Trouble of this world, trouble of this world
Soon I will be gone with the trouble of this world
Going home to live
Going home
never thought of ourselves)
Is leaving
(Never a thought for ourselves)
Home
(We struggled hard all our lives to get by)
She's leaving home after
call home
Yeah, darkness behold
Yeah, this hell we call home
Live, with the eyes of the beast
Never the prey, the weak or the sheep
Live, with
will we make it
When I'm back ill return my calls and my phone stays live like all of the time (Im struggling)
By the day naa it don't by the night I
in the sand
Everybody just kept on playing "Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band"
We sailed into the sunset
Drifting home, caught by a gulf stream
rushing by
This year we have learned how to live
How to forget, and how to forgive without fear, ohh ooh
Just love this Christmas, this year, oh ooh
that once
Gave no resistance
And we live by the side of the road
On the side of a hill
As the valley explode
Dislocated, suffocated
The land
forty acres of corn in the ground
Tennessee taters we sell by the pound
Proud as we can be
To live in Tennessee
Mama you and dad have got to come stay
lives
Sacrificed most of our lives
We gave her everything money could buy
Alone for so many years
Father snores while his wife
Gets into her
lives
Sacrificed most of our lives
We gave her everything money could buy
Alone for so many years
Father snores while his wife
Gets into her
must die by my own hand
'Cause I'm not man enough to live alone
Hey, hey, she's better off without me
And I'm better off dead now that she's gone
them
Stay by their side
Lord of all creation holds our life in His hand
The God of all the nations holds our lives in His hands
The rock of our
I want to let go of all disappointment
That's waiting for me
What I want is to live forever
Not defined by time and space
It's a lonely place
That's
the ground,
They're nothin' but stones
That's how you learn to live alone.
That's how you learn to live alone.
Bit by bit, you slip away,
You lose
You know just what I'd do
Would your child have a home
If it should be born
Of love other than our own?
Would I still stand by you
Knowin'
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