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adore me
Not what I thought it would be when I was 14
Wish I knew back then, wish someone would have told me
I don't have to be lonely in order to be

with That realization 
As I sit back in anguish and think about what was
So I wake up everyday another lousy day back at my lousy job
But now I know it's

like cole
Colder nights frightened by yelling and banging
Old heads get angry when they get to dranking
Time in my ends left me in my own head a lot
I

Tied in knots like old shoelaces
Doing all the shit you wish you was faking
Focus when it’s hardest
Respirating, stimulating
Managing my expectations

'm getting old, going up not down, if I see you on the street 
I'm gonna kick you around because, stupid people get no peace
No, peepeepee, peepee, poopoo

I get my mana delivered by uber
It comes in as coloured pills
Each colour has the same flavour
And the flavour makes me ill
But the pillness stops

Get the old us back
I gave while you took
cll that I had
You know that you should
Have given something back
I wish I understood
What gets me so mad
Why

The weathers old and not giving up anything new
I'm sick and in with the flu
The cold is turning me blue
And usually I'm okay but we're skipping these seasons

or
Heaven or hell, wish me well
Deliver us from evil
I ain't ducking I believe in God's grace uh (God's grace God)
This ain't no gospel trap, and we ain't

a pronoun
I let you laugh
Cos I see you more like a clown
Im on top
Where dem dey
So far down
I'm in the sofa now
Surrounded by bees bro I am so far Gone
One

can't believe it I ain't seen you in min 
My nigga you really leaving 
But sometimes life it just gets that cold 
The feelings get so old 
That that's all

(Chorus)
Poppin my collar momma there go that-man, he relaxed in the back on that af-ghan, ready to put the city on the map, but it ain't no throwin

Mr. Martyr

Young Fathers

Tape Two

2013

new heart for a heartless bastard
When evil spills it all but dissolves
Spreads in a cluster
Mic check checky checky wish I could go back

Everyone's Honesty

Unni Wilhelmsen

Hurricane's Eye

I'd been younger
That it could has passed as a mistake
I wish I'd been older
Old enough to have him shake
By the way he was Swedish
He really dwelt

crumbs on my plate
Back then was only just drums that I had as a trait
Or the fact I could skate
Smoking bare cheese everything gets great
For so long I

I said it 
Beginning and ending 
Tuck your chains in my young homie training 
Catch him by the train station now they trading 
Wish it was different

on rooftops, that I saw
Memories brought back by rainfall 
It takes a lot to be
Far away, wish I could break free

You are my melody
My one foot in front

where I lay
Same old problems, new address
Baby what you want from me? I made mistakes and I confessed
Called you back, my numbers blocked, this the price

To me back when I was a kid
I'm a cradle Catholic
Born and raised in the Catholic faith
But I became a lukewarm Catholic
Slowly slipping away
I'm hoping

What wish did you make on that shooting star
Thinking back to times in the boulevard
Never thought that life could just be so hard
But hey
That's

The New Year

Death Cab for Cutie

Transatlanticism

2003

was flat like the old days
Then I could travel just by folding a map
No more airplanes, or speed trains, or freeways
There'd be no distance that

I wish she could know, how much I love her so
I dream of quiet nights, where I'm warm by the time I spend with you
And the cold out there, I can

to win
I'm covered in Solaire and preparing to swim

"Old iron, old iron"
I heard the bobby shout
As he brought his friendly truncheon down
With a God

Life at a Top Peoples Health Farm

The Style Council

The Singular Adventures of the Style Council

1989

to win
I'm covered in Solaire and preparing to swim
"Old Iron! Old Iron!" - I heard the bobby shout
As he brought his friendly truncheon down with
with