Lyrics:
and i aint making threats homie,
But you can lose alot here and there is nothin i fear,
We play the bases yall stay in the outfield,
Hottest artist blowin
Forgetting what it's like to fight when no one understands
Close call there in the shadows
There's a fear in the dark
There's one out there
All those
of rejection
Comfort in violence, suffer in silence
Lost in self deception
Is there no salvation?
Brick by brick I've built this wall
I shut you out
I stand here by the Western Wall,
Baby, look at that wall, standin' silent an' tall.
An' I shove my prayers in the cracks.
Got nothin' to lose,
on tight, make this flight, we've got the whole night
Saddle up your gear, have no fear, we are here, hey
Better make it soon, give me room, come
on to
The glass is cut
The bottle run dry
Our love runs cold
In the caverns of the night
We're wounded by fear
Injured in doubt
I can lose myself
You I can't
you
I rode on a bus
But when I got to you
By then you were on the bus
In her fear in her fear in her fear
I called to let you know
I called just,
they say, see them
Walking up the street
They say we're going wrong
To all the people we meet
But-a we won't worry
We won't shed no tears
We found
never come
I'd see delight in the shade of the morning sun
My morning sun is the drug that brings me near
To the childhood I lost, replaced by fear
I
you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears
Take the rag away from your face
Now ain't the time for your tears
William Zanzinger, who
Dallas via Little Rock
Oh my darling darling Sal
The desert moon is my witness
I've no money to come east
But I know you'll soon be here
We pull into
The looks they gave makes you send me in my grave
Hitch-hike on the highway
I ain't no one to fear
Hitch-hike on the highway
I ain't no one to fear
Headed
Sons of the thief, sons of the saint
Who is the child with no complaint
Sons of the great or sons unknown
All were children like your own
My dear Jesus I need you by my side everyday
I cannot travel on this way alone
I'll confess that I tried by
Myself to no avail
Without you I fear I
Powered by an angry mind
And is refueled by those I despise
I've become what they detest
A delinquent survivalist
Without fear and no regrets
They
She was so enchanted by his voice
She was so shaken by his words
His plan for her was just not possible
She had no words
It isn't just that we cause
" Chapperita and ting
Fifty man dead for this golden chain
each link forged by a poor mans claim
mined from below with sweat and fear
a fearful sight)
The cannonball and No.9 were racing through the night
Just as they passed me by, I heard the engineer cry
Giver her coal, give her coal,
(music by Lesley Gore, words by Ellen Weston)
No sad songs anymore
NO sad songs anymore
They're gone
Oh I've said it before
But I was never so sure
I've no idea what lies ahead of me
I'm paralyzed by things I cannot see
Fear tries to cover up my eyes
I'm searching for the truth
Among the lies
basis
I never let my hoes trade faces
Never let my peers trade places
Never duck my fears. Catch my graces
Raise a glass if you navigated to the money
they say, see them
Walking up the street
They say we're going wrong
To all the people we meet
But-a we won't worry
We won't shed no tears
We found
gonna fade
Now I sit by my window
And I watch the cars
I fear I'll do some damage one fine day
But I would not be convicted by a jury of my peers
forsake,
For in my own opinion
I fear you are some rake."
"Oh no," he said, "no rake am I,
Brought up in Venus' train,
But I'm seeking for
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