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to hell but hard to prove
Drinking out of old cups - the most delightful crops  
Down by the brook - you might see the crook (hook)
Tiny waterfalls for fish

I be on

By the home town liquor store
I threw the queso blanco
Spinem pesos
And them tunes what I live for

Cray
I go cray
We go cray
We ok
Either

Hidden in the dark
So afraid to be seen
But there's no good excuse
Blinded by the stars
So messed up how it's been
But your voice lit a fuse
Let's

to the farmer's door
To ask him what his crops were for
And he said: "Money"
And Will said What about house and home?
What about the kids that you've grown?
What

to wonder on
Out of darkness to a light that shines so bright
A serpent twined in smoke descends from a falling sky
Taking shape of man Cloaked by a fading

cshamed to be with you, despising your familiar face

I'd run in and out, dodging glances passing by
My heart was with restraint, call that a weighted sigh,

"- police are advising everyone
To stay clear of
Alley and Saxby during nighttime hours- "
"- and so far
None of the bodies have been recovered -"
"-

the peace of the mountains, holding him tight.
He plants his own garden, tends to his crops,
Lives by the seasons, no need for the clocks.
Each moment he

mind’s screaming jump
But her heart tells her don't
The voice in the wind
Speaks to her again
He’s screaming don’t go
There’s so much life left to live
So

guided by the stars,
Nowhere close to the end,
Though I've come so far.
Put a message in a bottle,
Hoping that when it's found,
Whoever reads it
Helps

views
They chosse 

Picking the words
To crop out 

On any platform 
You use 

"Angles in clouds"

As a yout
We always wondered 
Can they really be

and across the world
Until it reaches El Dorado
No surrender
No surrender
How far will this thing take me
I’m feeling like I should start bailing out
But I’m

breakin' C.I.c. codes [access granted]
I'm stashin' Golddd... [bullions] by the Truck loads
I leave no trace, Then I hit the high roads
I'm goin' far like

guided by my angels
I spare the devil no mind
In due time, he'll get what he's demanded
It's always the least expected
It's never who they projected
You

a fuckin' thing
I was happy, had the world in my palm
I didn't care about tomorrow
Yeah, the wind blew me along
I was guided by my dreams and
Now I'm getting

can find
What a time to be alive
The years go slowly, quickly by
I don't want to change the way I live my life
And I'm running out of time
Goodbye

Coming out a room with a could of smoke
Smokers rolling with the punches
I survive and rock
Cause I keep the crowd alive
And the texture of my voice

And Then There Was Silence

Blind Guardian

A Night at the Opera

out

I feel that something's wrong
Surprise, surprise they're gone
Full moon your time goes by
And new moon's still kept our of sight
We live we

Strangers pass by, the flowers keep dying
Houses burn down, my tears keep crying out my burning heart's pain.

Fear won the war, my mind went insane,

Boom!

The Roots

The Tipping Point [Clean]

2004

Coming out a room with a could of smoke
Smokers rolling with the punches
I survive and rock
'Cause I keep the crowd alive
And the texture of my voice

I close my eyes in the dead of night to see
When it's all quiet, the voices decide where my mind will be
Hypnotized by all those lies that they told

for granted 
So it's Time to fly 
Ride or die
Survived a lot and I'm not surprised 
Rising from death like I'm alive 
I'm guided by
The god inside 
Let

on which I sail
But still the wind blows a raging storm of mind

But out of the shadows one thousand voices cry
behold your power and never surrender
My eyes

I'm out of place
Erase the fake
I'm out of place

Entranced by the wickedness
Take me to the realm where the witches live
Then let's begin the ritual,