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Well you traced back the lines to my former self
So quietly that I couldn't even tell
There I was, and there you were in my former hell
And there I

meeting with equal age and size 
Where you and I are meeting 
With equal age and size

Where you and I have met in a long-passed former life 
Where you

watches you fall apart
thinking about your former
life that was a riddle, dissolves into the
brittle creases on your face

I try to read your lips while you

Joy passed by
A temporary tickling 
Joy passed by 
A temporary tickling
Where all smells were right

Is it worth the risk 
Of a former Life 
Is it

Former Shell
What happened to ya?
It's been a year
Since I crossed that line
Ended wrong
Lots of hurt, lots of crying
Now you're standing in my

ret langt ude, kigger på de former, jeg ku takke min Gud
Livet er en gave, jeg vil pakke hende ud
Ikke snakke, lad os daffe lige nu
Før i tiden var jeg

and things
And held in place by rusted hinges

Former warnings cluster 
Something to consider 
(In this gutter)
As blue lights roll around the corner
(In this

For me, it was stolen
Style from interests, red rhymes for infants 
Surgical kisses, who did this

Belong to in a former statement?
Are you better off

Remember not the former thing
Nor consider the things of old
Behold I will I will do a new thing
It shall spring forth
Remember not the former things

with love nor honesty.
How can someone so young sing words so sad?
Age impeeds the path of purity.
A spitting image of my former self
These words were

[Spoken]
Just listen to this: The Hamptons Bee, July, 1972: "The elderly
bed-ridden aunt of former First Lady Jacqueline Kennedy,
Mrs. Edith Bouvier

and the family fine

I don't talk, rather let the money narrate
Former broke boy finna make the bank break
I was hurting but the bands worth the band-aids
All

seemed rose colored
(Before everything seemed rose colored)
Damned to repent for crimes once committed in a former life
Oh, former life, a shorter life

Your tears will be wiped away from your eyes
Death will no longer exist, you'll never cry
Or be in pain again
The former things have passed away,

the high from this beat I've been making on the side 

Stuck in the former with the latter to climb
Be at the top in no matter of time 

So I gotta hold

Behold I do a new thing
Just keep your eyes upon Me
The former things are gone and
Soon you'll see it for yourself

Dreams you thought were fallen

her
But really how bad could it be?
So I accepted the invitation with uncertainty
And of course the former feelings they came
That unavoidable smile I

Gonna feel at peace
Gotta let go of all things harming me
Gonna love myself
Or else it's the end of me
And to my former self
You're dead to me
To my

vitriol 
The result of only seconds of confrontation 

I am corpse 
Living walking death 
I am corpse 
A breathing husk of my former self 
I am corpse 
How

out in the sunshine
If I could give my former self a word of caution
Prepare to let it go because there ain't no other option

Looking back, thinking

rising from their slumber to confront me and silence me
You won't leave us, nor inhabit your former self
We have you captive

You took me
Took my life
Made

islands witness of former time
White ground and frozen sunrise
I feel the wind through my bones

No traces around me
I'm free I'm an escapee
But the shadow

certainly no cure)
To this disease(it leaves you wanting more)

The saints and sinners behind the former line
And all you winners I'm with you all the time

I have a dream 
That one day on the red hills of Georgia 
The sons of former slaves and the sons of former slaves owners
Will be able to sit down