Lyrics:
down? Nigga, holla when you see me
And let these devils be sorry for the day they finally freed me
I got a caravan of niggas every time we ride
Hittin'
Don't get strung out by the way I look
Don't judge a book by it's cover
I'm not much of a man by the light of day
But by night I'm one hell of a lover
Well, love's got a hold on me, won't let go;
'cause it's the real thing ba-by,
I just want you to know
That I love you all the way,
More and more
It's hard to sleep these days
The sounds of all the screams keep me awake
Love is gone, love is gone
We bend until we break, stand by and watch us
quiet angel, don't make a sound
Save it for a rainy day
Oh can't you see me, I'm such a mess
trying hard to find my way
Do you remember, wasting all
out and touch the moon?
Do old songs still ring out through the hills for days and days?
Love always
me miss you (so much more)
And so remains these twisted days
I spend time by myself
In attempt to make this failing heart continue (to beat)
So open
the days are hastening on, by prophets seen of old
When with the ever circling years shall come the time foretold
When the new heaven and earth shall own
By Rick Suchow
SHE WAS GOOD, SHE WAS FINE
AND SHE MADE ME THINK SHE WAS MINE ALL MINE.
TILL I LOOKED IN HER EYES
AND I READ THAT GIRL BETWEEN HER
Water" it freely would
Sound,
But one Papish squeak in it couldn't be found.
At the council of priests that was held the next day
They decided
don't I know the sound of that voice
Yeah baby hold me down
Some days, I'm in the crowd all by myself
Bunch of niggas around I'm still by myself
These
today and pray for another
Tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow
Tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow
Sounds of tomorrow, borrow time for the day
Play in my head, I
''cause all they do is make me miss you [so much more]
And so remains these twisted days
I spend time by myself
In attempt to make this failing heart
good to a boy with mud on his feet
And I'm wishing these days I could strip to my soul
And go for a dip in the old swimmin' hole
A symbol of our
many ways
I'm waiting for the day, you say to me, tellin' me
I'm the one you need and you'll always take care of me
And you take me by the hand
Marching the town
Like a priest in my rapture
Muttering spells
So desperate for tenderness
So raw from the grating of senses
The way the day drinks
He works way too much for way too little
He drinks way too early till way too late
He hasn't had a raise since new years day
In eighty-eight gets
The foreman says it cuts man-power by fifteen
Yeah but that ain't natural well so old Clay would say
You see he's a horse-drawn man until his dying day
Now
at the sound of your voice
Baby, I'll slay a dragon for you
Or banish wicked giants from the land
But you will find, that nothing in my dream can hurt you
Soon the pines will be falling everywhere
As the village children fight each other for their share
And the six-o-nine goes roaring past the creek
at the sound of your voice
Baby, I'll slay a dragon for you
Or banish wicked giants from the land
But you will find, that nothing in my dream can hurt you
at the sound of your voice
Baby, I'll slay a dragon for you
Or banish wicked giants from the land
But you will find, that nothing in my dream can hurt you
at the sound of your voice
Baby, I'll slay a dragon for you
Or banish wicked giants from the land
But you will find, that nothing in my dream can hurt you
We
Do ya hear that whistle down the line?
I figure that it's engine number forty nine
She's the only one that'll sound that way
On the Atchison,
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