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bodies are blameless You cried when we kissed It was nothing but shadow and mist Two illusion who touch in a trance Making love not by choice, but by
mill after school My best friend Kimi wants to go with you Meet her by the sugar mill after school We used to laugh a lot But only because we
Stand for nothing, fall short But not me But I won't give up I'll keep giving love Runs through my blood I'll never give up Yeah, yeah When you
school And it was always the same searing pain But I dreamed that one day, I could say All that time you were throwing punches I was building
Hallelujah, hallelujah I know it was the Blood Could have only been the Blood Hey I cannot explain But nothing's more real than this In the presence of God Oh
many faces but none of 'em mirror me Show my ID to the punk ass security Step on the quad lookin' for the track squad Walked by a bitch who think
mothers and fathers Our blood filled river's fueled by hate We worship heroes, kings and saints But who's out there to save us from ourselves? All you
the walls And hold all my calls i'll be by the pool Won't you please worship me And won't you love what I adore All alone in my soul I betrayed rock
saved by the precious blood of the holy lamb That was shed on the rugged cross by the great I Am Not by power, not by might or what we've done But by
I don't care what the people say If you gotta knock, then go away Oh fears, ideas, they grow like a weed Used to wash my brain but dirty thoughts
years of fighting not one Indian turned white And there are drums... Well you thought that I knew nothing when you brought me here to school Just another
that's just me, 'cause nothing ever is enough When I was a child I grew up by the River Lea There was something in the water, now that something's in me
britches Nor shears to cut a cloth with nor thread to take stitches There's nothing in the house but a leaf end of rye And the harp with a with
My daddy was workin' nine to five When my momma was havin' me By the time I was half alive I knew what I was gonna be But I left school and grew
gonna be So what do you do with good ole boys like me Nothing makes a sound in the night like the wind does But you ain't afraid if you're washed in
They're 5 miles high as the crow flies Leavin' vapour trails against a blood red sky Movin' in from the East toward the West With Balaclava
They're 5 miles high As the crow flies Leavin' vapour trails Across a blood red sky Movin' in from the East Towards the West With balaclava
I had a friend was a big baseball player Back in high school He could throw that speedball by you Make you look like a fool boy Saw him the other
bodies are blameless You cried when we kissedIt was nothing but shadow and mist Two illusions who touch in a trancemaking love not by choice but by
Power high, power low You could take 'em all to school You could fly, wilt the stilt had nothing on you Lambchops and afro-do, Milwaukee bucks
by His blood that was shed His Name is Jesus No one else but Jesus Lion and the lamb who lives forevermore I'm amazed at the wonders of His hands oh
man's used in the hands of them all like a tool He's taught in his school From the start by the rule That the laws are with him To protect his white
learned the shoot or be Shot before I could shave And I did it all for the money and the fame Noble was nothing but feeling no shame And nothing was sacred
at the news like, "Damn I was just with him after school" No shop class but half the school got a tool And a "I could die any day"-type attitude Plus his
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