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Don’t stress on the words of your song
Cause they don’t have to rhyme
Yellow crow on red snow
Singing for endless hunger
Eyes on a black beak
Those
And where them Carolina red birds fly, I'll go
In that silence, hear the dogwoods crying
Darling have you tried writing songs to dry your eyes
I'm playing
to songs about suicide
I was captivated by the sparkle in your eye
Kissing in the car to songs about suicide
Call it DreamVille when you are by my side
Emo
reading and still see
The muck on the sky of the ceiling
Please raise the flag rosy red carpet envy english used here is
Messenger is nervous it's no
Meet me in the hallway
For a cup of coffee by the stairs
We're both in a hurry
Let's steal a minute when there's no one there
Both our hoodies
And bought Boat Drinks for the whole damn bar
I was knocked out cold by a Red Rum Punch
Mighta had a few, mighta had a bunch
They were going down smooth, they
begin to gather fuel against the
Coming cold
Hear hoover ring hard on frosty ground
Begins our song
for centuries we lived alone high on the moors
thunderstorm
I never saw the signs
Now we've got to make up for lost time
And I can tell now by the way that you're looking at me
I'd better finish this song
a song for America,
Home of the red, white, and blue.
Land of Marilyn Monroe and James Dean,
Apple pie, baseball, and Shell gasoline,
And if you don't love
Three Thou', poster child for big dick niggas raised by their mothers
I'm supposed to smile as if God knew that I would be troubled
Keeps me around, for
it
What goes up must come on down
Get your feet back on the ground
Narcissus in a red dress
You're like all the rest, Miss
Blinded by your own
baths, a beautiful invitation
Got a live occupation, live for the moment
I'm faced with an altercation manhandling my opponents
I got eyes in the back
Meet me in the hallway
For a cup of coffee by the stairs
We're both in a hurry
Let's steal a minute when there's no one there
Both our hoodies
patches of steel
There's no farmer songs on that car radio
Just cowboys, truck drivers and pain
Well this is my way to say thanks for the meal
And I hope
The heart is a lonely hunter
See portraits inside
Each canvas is a new song
Just waiting for the light
Does that shy boy live within you
Does he
Ghost Walker (words and music by Kyra)
I know where I belong right here you in my arms
Lake house loons singing songs I know where I belong *Feeling
it with your back yeh
Move move, slide by
Everybody riding
On my crew
By tonight I'm feeling myself
I wanna help
I make you melt sigh
And she finna
"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen"
"We are tonight's entertainment"
Let's go get the song started
'Bout to drop the bomb and explode it
Tick-tick
nine on jam
I'm a rider you can't take it out of me man
I be wilding, you can wait by my house for me fam
I will fire and drop a hater rite where he
'em grown and then watch 'em lead
Let me proceed, bumpin' that that Californication, by the Red Hot
Fuck around and then hit 'em with a red dot
Y'all
that mattered
While the wounds you thought had healed can
Still be opened by a song
I want clear water from here to the horizon
I want some calm seas
Small town boy from Montana, he wore a red bandana
with a guitar always close at hand
led by his intuition, he had but one ambition
to become
Nicki Minaj's eyeliner is a
Precision event, a marvel
As if drawn on by the kind of
Pre-programmed robot arm used
For laparoscopic surgeries
It is
first kiss
Fooled by his first song
The way he led me along
With my ribbons undone
Ribbons of blue
Reminds me of you
Ribbons of red
Are the way
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