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and the glee.
When on the bus she can imitate surfing.
In a cab with the girl you can hear a bird sing.
The constant conqueror of all the dance floors.
Her realm

timeless ‘bout the love that we’d make day and night
She took me all ‘round the world
And every time that she would sigh, what she called me, man, it made me

won’t come, why? 
 They who’re like heavenly rose trees with sweet 
 nightingale voices. 
  I wish they would chant and from words weave a wreath 
 Fit

soon
I would like to be the guy
Who beats it all so fast
My heroes has fallen 
In this part of the town

And now I´m takin it
What I deserve
You Won´t

way in quite a while (I think I like you)

We could walk to the capitol 
Swing by Houndstooth and pick-up a cup of Joe
Grab our cameras and 
Click Click

Something has happened during that summer night
Took me a glance, eyes like a pool, this doesn't feel right
Maybe I'm wrong, but I don't trust your

Sometimes I just want to dance
Move my feet and throw some hands
Feel the rhythm, feel the groove
Like it's Sunday afternoon
Sometimes I can feel

Hanging in a row
Mine will be the longest one,
I bet you already know
Joe would like a pair of pants
Ken just wants caffeine
Nate #2 wants another dance

for you from our Lady, have a seat by the fire
Your dinner will be served soon, but until then enjoy our choir

Come dance with us on this stormy night

another rock on the road
I don't know how much I can hold on
If you don't stick by my side
Oh, so tell me all its secrets first
Would you rather stay with

outside
Are you ready nigga?
Change starts on the inside

I'm Saturn's Child, boy
And this my destiny
I wish I was lyin'
But that ain't my energy
So I
I'm

told me I'm a dog, I told her "Do me like you Logan"
Dick in yo fat ass, finna make yo ass bust it open
My head sound weird as fuck, I think their

feel this the life that you chose
Said you're serving me food desecrated in salt
Tired of emails from Bheki from Bolt
I'm replying, denying, inspired by

could make a guitar fly 
He could make you want to dance
He could make you want to cry
When he played

He used to run with Robert Johnson
That's how he

OVERLOOKED BY AIRPORT STAFF FOR THE HUNDREDTH TIME

A TRAVEL DAY COME WITH HIDDEN FEES
YOU CAN'T PUT ON YOUR CARD
WHETHER TRAIN OR PLANE OR BUS IT'S SO HARD

riding backseat
Distressed
Could've guessed
Please would you give it a rest

Flip up my soul
Let loose on this assembly
Give up control
I haven't slept in

requests to do a tune by the late great Sam Cooke
There were so many great tunes he did in the 60s
That it would take me really all night long to go through

on the low
Look how I dance, look how I groove
If you gotta bag then she gone choose
I told her to bounce, she said I'm rude
I'm big dawg can't walk in my

me.
Wanna take this chance,
But I'm weak at the knees now.

"Slow down!"
She's talking to me
With a voice like a sugar high,
She tells me it's like

said they would keep me warm
I told my momma that they make me cold
And she said, she said, you run from lies, you run from lies
Momma said that I run

you like to be in heaven cold?
But maybe alone!
Or is hell is what you prefer?
And the devil's throat?
But maybe alone!
Or is hell is what you prefer?

The room spins like a slow dance
The words she says go in and out of my head
She sees my eyes red from crying
She asks me why do you hurt this time

Bought what I could at the drugstore
They'll catch us if you use the front door
By Saturday another encore
Wilted flowers my mom had to pay for

doubt that He's got me in His Hands
I got joy all around me, I'ma hit my lil dance
Feeling like nothing's gonna stop this Kingdom from its advance