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Into the sight of broken
Factory windows of emptiness
Into bars where people no longer
Speak to each other
Into fist fights that end
As shootings

Once your love
Filled the air now I must 
Let you go 
I've lost my way my love has broken
Torn from this earth.
But like the days gone by, its

Gold on my skin look good with the melanin
Hair longer than a rasta, you dunno
Catch me à la fête, it's a mad mad bonanza
Certified black man
Fist in

to reply
Try to find momentary light
An illusion of true delight
'Til the weight of the silent air comes crashing down
No longer can let it slide, empty

Chevy

Trick Daddy

Dick & Dynamite

2013

k By Thug Demand

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(Chorus)
Im riding hard in the donk/
Lookin big in

Of the Earth!
In our hands!

Listen to the land
This message
Was released before your birth:
"My voice will leave
With the fallen trees
Your future will no longer

gasoline 
Then pour it all on my sounds 
Just shaved my head it looks clean
its all part, of my plan
If I’m hanging on by a thread 
Good luck is still in my

I can feel it It's in the air
It's in the wind It's everywhere
But I tell myself I no longer care
And I can see it It's in a stare
The way it looks

Sit alone and blankly stare
Come on up for air
Do you even care

Drowned out by the noise
No longer have a voice
No longer have a voice

Lay down lay

to Beighley-Grange by sea - your England and your bride

To sleep at ease from death's pale hand
And friend no longer weep
Benign the breeze from Scapa Flow 
That

just a little longer
I'm a keep my head above water

Catch me under water
White birds swimming by
And I can't hold on much longer
But I'll try I'll try

The tension in the air is broke
Thanks to marijuana shmoke
And nostrils only flarin’ ‘cause we French-inhalin’ chronic though
Relax- take a trip back

what's best for me so please go, and let me be 
'Cause I know, what it is that you want from me 

And when you feel 
Like your lungs are gasping for air

Chains of enslavement have fallen away
Releasing me from internal decay
Barriers are broken the way is revealed
No longer obscured by a fog

my freedom
I can finally breathe in air

Left behind
Now you feel the sting
You had your chance
But I'm the one who's not spring
No longer your puppet

Why Don't You Love Me Anymore?

John Grant

Strongroom

2015

The knowledge that I can't be what you need
Is cutting off my air supply
And yet this information hasn't reached my heart
And that's why I still try

They

Smell of dampness in the air
Golden leaves are now scattered on the ground 
Days are shorter and nights are longer now
Snowflakes from a grey sky
So deep

sane
So there must still be monsters hidden somewhere in my brain
But we made it through the winter
The days get longer from here
By this time next

burns down
Storm
Washing away
Enjoy the solitude now
As madness fog surrounds me
And sadness just blossoms
No longer feels so damp
All around me is

Cream
Don't you stop
Cream
Sha boogie bop

You're so good
Baby there ain't nobody better (ain't nobody better)
So you should
Never, ever go by

If I Were a Rich Man [From Fiddler on the Roof]

Roger Whittaker

On Broadway

1995

Yidle-diddle-didle-didle man.

I'd build a big tall house with rooms by the dozen,
Right in the middle of the town.
A fine tin roof with real wooden floors below.
There

the children
You're dying to save
What if those children
Don't like the world you made

Nothing is clear any longer
I am not well
I can't stand by any longer
So

of
Kind of man you want
Designed by 3, Im hella live
Colide my themes, not televised
I find myself mistaken
Whats your stake in if I ever fall
Supply myself

I find it so hard to breathe
In these times of quarantine
The air is no longer safe from the virus outside my window pain
So you think you can save