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Well I saw John in a vision
It was after he died
I asked what it's like to stop living
He said "It's a look in your eye"
He moved in slow motion

til you move along cuz that's a true friend
And even in my days of stress
You're by my side so I say I'm blessed to have a true friend
And even though

song 
Cause nothing can compare to what you come home to
It's all been worth it, the lovers and the fake friends
And we know better than to try hard

here
Gonna raise this roof

I'll use anything that'll do
Use popsicles and Elmer's glue
Use all my friends and lovers too
To build it right back up into

Tired with all these, for restful death I cry,
As to behold desert a beggar born,
And needy nothing trimm’d in jollity,
And purest faith unhappily

From John 15

I am the true vine and my father is the gardener
He cuts off every branch in me that bears no fruit,
while every branch that does bear

Yeah Yeah
Mhmmm
Yeah
Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah
Yeah
Yeah Yeah Yeah
I was tryna be your lover and your friend
I was tryna be with you until the end
I don't

Who is it you expect me to be
A helpful friend in times of need
A lover who will set you free

If only you knew how much you torture me
Leaving all

We're over my lover
it's the end my friend
and we'll feel better
when we go off and find somebody else

When faith ain't faithful
Hope closes it's

on days on nights they rode 
on charity's wine, 'cross almost every line 
jack and his old friends still ride right under old John Law's nose 

He sleeps

Brain Blister

Fatima Mansions

Lost in the Former West

1995

your lover's trust?
Go ahead and push it until it bursts
You're back on the streets again
No armour, no dreams, no friends
The worst pain is behind

Let's start off by saying
Life is full of mystery
Life is full of bliss
And life is full of misery
One day I got to know him
And my inner world

suckers 
Esteem suffers from disease numbers 
I'm a fiend for teen mothers and clean southern region 
Reach for peace, Lovers 
No feet for cleat stuffing

you step into the ring with the man of steel
Champ in the arena
No need to tell, you can tell by the demeanour
Champ in the arena
Nothing to something

who's there?
Y'all fucked around and let death in
I'm John Lennon, I'm Michael Jackson
I'm Cobain, I'm Zeppelin
Your best friends are dead ends
Your best

above position of you shall be)
You be my friend My lover
My everything
I can't do without (be on my side)
Let me be your man
Your friend Your lover,
Your

Had my heart hanging on by a thread
Thinking I would never ever fall in love again
Tore in two don't know if I'd get over you
But then he's standing

other
Lover, friend, and devil never gonna be the perfect mother?
Try to break a cycle but you can't because you like to suffer
I was just a punching bag

saying he must die like John Tucker
That is so cold you ran to the Popo, Oh no
Got my realist bro's on one hand
If I call you friend just know we ain't

You tell me your name
I say nothing at all
Then in a couple of days
I'll be waiting for your sunday call

I wanna be the one to sing and talk with

JUST SO YOU KNOW
WRITTEN BY:  LARRY KING, JOIE SCOTT, KELLY KEAGY

KEYS		JOHN BLASUCCI
KEYS		LARRY KING
GUITARS	MICHAEL THOMPSON
DRUMS		KHARI PARKER

was made this way by my family, family
Who always gave me love and cared, cared
Now I do the same with my bredrins, brooos
A friend it's more than

cause I canu0027t live

Lady
You got me a little bit crazy
You got me feeling good lately
That I can see you as nothing more 
Than my lover

Baby
You got

Confidential
I was deceived by your portrayal
You and I are not friends
Forgiven not forgotten
Mark my words
'Cause karma will get you
You better leave now