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faded like those dead flowers
Tried to hold on so tight
Prayed a kiss could make us right
If we were honest we were lost for some time
Your cigarettes

Take Me Away

Gabrielle Aplin

English Rain

2013

staring down the barrel of this gun

I am always by myself
In a sea of self infliction
That I felt

My life is a line
Burning faster every time

by
They roll right off the pavement
Into my eyes

Each one of them gives a name
Takes a place in line
Waiting for forever
But now's the time

Do you

Push on the track
Push on the track
Ah
You know I kick it in the summertime
Ah
My lady loves a long time
Got lots of bags for my rhymes
La la la
You

to give you that
Operating like we be official
Yeah! We come to multiply
And we're planning the scheme for the long run
Yeah! Our shit be always right

in the field
I'mma pick you off (Interception)
Still play the passenger
Acting like I'm Biggie
Smalls every time I look up
These niggas getting shook

Beyond the Spell of Discontent

Goatwhore

Blood for the Master

2012

the stances of belief, accepting all things to end

An anguish deserved by many, an anguish absorbed by one
With blood we feed the master, like a long trail

Just took some patience
And over came the temptation 
To jump the gun ahead of time
I've always known I'm the greatest
Got no time for that fake shit

make macaroni (macaroni)
See, my first body see us dead, I had to keep a gun (keep a gun)
Fifty green up out the hood, I never had nothin' (never had

Oh, you pussy

He end up dead, huh? 'Cause he a rookie
We make bread, yeah, off the bookies
Did a drive by in a Range Jeep
Pull up on an opp's

I sang your praises daily
And we let ourselves get swept away
It's true baby
We held heaven in our hands for days, yeah
You wait a long time for

a warning
You cant sleep
With out an
Eye open
Or we’re dead by morning
Now it’s time to leave
Say goodbye to the
Leave Illinois May it Rest In Peace
Yes I

he snitched on some niggas to cut his fed time
He told 12 at the G about that lead flying
Investigation will ask me who
I said, I ain't dead am I? I'm

Pain
All I could see
Can't sleep
Thinking about the past
Sitting in this room
Thinking how long will I last
If I keep looking back
Time slippin'

cover up the times we were so low

It’s that beaming light
Taking all my fears away
Should I believe it
Or soon I might be dead
Don’t give up is not too

If you pick up a newspaper
You can read about the crime
Society's going crazy
And nobody's doing time

There must be a conspiracy
And it's fought by

The Gift

The Velvet Underground

White Light/White Heat

1968

she sank down to her
knees, grasped the cutter by both handles, took a deep breath, and plunged the
long blade through the middle of the package,

keep taking P's
Takin' P's after P's

I been taking P's to get my head right
On a long road by myself, cut off my headlights
Think she can come around

Catch me leaving in the dead of night
Run, run like an animal holding back the tears so
I get by like a week at a time
But it seems so pitiful,

do I reminisce
When I'm haunted by your ghost
I will sit alone
Calling on the phone
Taking pictures of
My long long hair
But now you call me someone's

do I reminisce
When I'm haunted by your ghost
I will sit alone
Calling on the phone
Taking pictures of
My long long hair
But now you call me someone's

I've been broken for a long long time
Hear my pain in every song
Everybody sings along
Yeah yeah yeah

Grandma told me I'm dead to god
I sing like

the way you are because of your blood line 
A generation held by a gun of false information 

Looking into a mirror with no reflection
Battling the minute

What matters is what matters not
Don't keep emptying out the pot
The magic numbers all you got
Your wasting time the lines too long
I see the great