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And it's a Christmas party
But I've been here all year
And they're having your bonfire
In the backyard
Where I told you my fears
Where I told you my

There's a tree in my backyard
On fire
If you could find a way
To find out where we're from
Would you take the chance and
Let it all go
I decided to dive

I remember we used to dance in your backyard
Hold hands, tell jokes and we would laugh hard
Now you're the saint in his story
But the villain in mine

I know this guy
He lives next door
At night I watch him
Fuck his dog in his backyard
It squeals in pain
As his dick slides in and out
And his wife

the backyard
It's next to the pool and the sun has baked it hard

Now all the houses will come falling down
All it takes is time and shouting out loud
Cause

the backyard there's a money tree

Caught my second wind
Open up
Now I can breathe
Like a fundamental tackle
Chin high I can see
I'm a visionary
You cannot

Weekends at home, the backyards we would roam
Building forts out of cardboard and glue
Our horses were sticks, but they knew all the tricks
That Trigger

thought
We would become a couple
I guess we'll never find out
Who runs the farm
With dead foxes in the backyard
It's time to move on
For the tenth time
I

I came to you breathless
I came to you alone
You let me think I was safe at home
We were the ones in the backyard
Finding love in the stars
Then

Flying down the highway
Running about 95
Cops trying to catch me
But won't take me alive

They found a woman's body
Buried in my backyard
But no one

possessed by a spirit that I guess I am?
Standing guard under the moonlight in my backyard
Fighting demons, speaking in a unfamiliar language, yet I do know

the truth will come spilling out
With a double barrel to his temple
Pull the trigger, watch him disassemble
Hide her bones in the backyard
Send her photo

Yeah, you don't wanna be the nigga in the backyard
You don't wanna be the nigga that be skimming hard
You don't wanna be the nigga that they

The so-called American revolution
All are equal in the eyes of God
Just ask the slaves in my backyard
Too bad you can't just wish it away
A few generations cannot

for... The punishment... Zigirizigiriza
I´ll fuck with this trap, sure with you my babyy
We´ll fuck in the dining, the kitchen, the backyard wathever you

drinking wine in his backyard
I try to feel better but everything tears me apart

People say just take a minute
Oh, the best is yet to come
One day I'll be

Your speaker's blown and it's only static on your tv
Proper propaganda made you crucify the weak
Soon there will be oceans in your backyard while you

on the hip, didn't need the 45
Blade's steel keep stainless till I make em' act
Call me Boogeyman, bitch I murder in the dark
Coming through the backyard
Camo'

Hate the brown patches in the backyard
Thinking after this last cocktail
My crystal dreams are gonna set sail
Lost though I'm immersed in clues
I'm

Every verse of amazing grace
And then we shake the preacher's hand
Go home into your blue jeans
Have some chicken and some baked beans
Pick a backyard

right there with it and she was
The world was moving she was floating above it and she was
And she was
And she was drifting through the backyard
And she

Dirt is where I came from
From the backyard where the bush met the parking lot
Yeah the burbs were a dump but they were my dump
There I was with twigs in

at the lion
Stop lyin'
Or the hole in the backyard is where you're gonna lie in
'Cause
Gettin' all my shots, this is how I enter
Keep it on lock, you don't

never be alone
You're right, I got a couple demons in my backyard
And everyone I love is dying off before my eyes
There's fire all around me, I think I'm