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or any kind of justice under the sky
If there's a point, if there's a reason to live or die
If there's an answer to the questions we feel bound to ask
Show
pick it all up piece by piece.
And the wheel goes round and round.
And the flame in our souls will never burn out.
And the wheel, and the wheel goes
to inform you
That we are entirely out of the fruit in question
The afore-mentioned vegetable
Bearing the cognomen "Banana".
We might induce you to accept
we
I'm sorry
All we do is break up
Then make up
make love
Then break up
I'm just tryna bob the build this this situation
But I'm in need
feeders,
Snooze while we Night moves like Bob Seger
It's off the meter if you measure the joy
We pull the lever on this beat to watch your pleasure deploy
song will be brief
One day in the spring a question fell
And went straight through me
Do bleeding angels sing when close to tears?
I need the answer
So
There are answer without questions
There is the indomitable and ineluctable
Will of everything in this world
Clinamen, clinamen
You are the eternal face
I am the answer to the question
Who can this man be
You are the voice of reason
That makes that clear to me
All in the fiery dance now
Twirled by
Oooh Shufflemania oooh Shufflemania
Money is the answer
To the question that you pose
I'm gonna know what the Shuffle Man knows
Oh yes oh yes oh yes oh
I spent my life trying to answer to the voice inside my head
But all I found were empty questions from a time that I forget
I learned my lesson,
a black Bimmer
But my dream's to own a fly casino
Like Bugsy Siegel, and do it all legal
And get scooped up by the little homie in the Regal, uh
It
You answer questions like a natural disaster
Voices in the wind- you let em call her out
The whole foundation just went flying past her
She puts
Friend or Foe and if so, what block?
What you doin in L.A., with phillipinos and ese's
Latinos and Cheve's, down by Pico withh Frederico
I answer all your
respect
But the OPD, found it hard to accept
I got jacked by the Task and jacked by the Vice
Face down on the ground keep my hands in sight
Put
See Mary please will you help her
She seems to be looking for answers
See Mary please will you help her
With questions that seem so unanswered
Like
to do this time But I promise you I got some questions
Well I hope he got some answers
Baby I got questions
I got questions baby
Questions I got questions
really heaven or hell
If so what happens to a changed man that dies in a cell?
I need more answers to these questions, 'cause time will tell
Got a date
about the past
One answer to the question asked
What's at the end of the rainbow?
At the end of every rainbow there's a pot of that 14 k
Golden
I have absconded
Flamed out in dramatic public fashion
Laid low in high towers
The golden door slides shut
Snug in altitude's womb
Lights are
to nowhere Where no body knows my name
Think of what you know is The answer then ask me the question Is everybody worse off surrounded By what they all
a big rain
She's a question without answer
She's a shadow of a dancer
Why won't she leave this town
Go hide in the underground
I bet she hasn't found
Some say I have dishonored you through foolishness and folly
The question not in where that lies but if you're standing by me.
I do not need to hear
Hate on me
What's this
Jeopardy?
Oh yea
All the answers on the table
But you questioning me
Me
Question me
Question me
On God
Hate on me
What's this
There's a jersey on the wall
In a high-school gym in my hometown
In the corner, by the scoreboard
Where the bleacher seats fold down
Twenty-seven
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