Lyrics:
With reverence, I carve out my eyes
With reverence, I shall cut out yours too
Shall we stare blind into perspicuous none
Travel far, far from hollow
than they have stones."
Volunteers printed up menorahs by the score.
Children in their Sunday schools colored hundreds more.
Grocers and dry
pour out the rain?"
Well, I won't lie: I pulled that car right over,
An' I sat there on the shoulder tryin' to dry my misty eyes.
An' I whispered: "Lord,
the 75 from Ocky but he fronted
Take the money, cop 5 dimes, 2 chicken sandwiches, 9 limes
For the Canada Dry, pose for the cameras by the banister, "Hi"
die
Who’ll be the one to dry your eyes
Promise you won’t say goodbye
Until the day I die
I won’t break
Unafraid
We won’t say goodbye no
My angel
Pretend not to notice me, Sis,
People pass by and,
They just keep on walking
"Will someone please oh god notice me!
Or just give me a dry blanket
through
Growing old with no repair
Her task and toll go undeclared
Bal Maiden, now your works run dry
Sweet widow from the deepest mine
of you
And you don't ever have to worry
You don't ever have to cry (no, no, no, no, no)
'Cause I'll be there, I'll be there beside you
To dry your
Oh, when we lie awake,
We feel alright
Give yourself away
To the rising tide
Find your home again
I'd light the way
Til the strait runs dry
hemoglobin, swallowing your energy
Bloodstain, hemoglobin, suck you dry and lick you clean
I keep counting centuries
Like moments passing by
With my own
damage, but just a little bit slower
To let you know Rage is that lyrical flow blower (yes, ma'am)
I'm smooth and creamy, milky, silky, steamy
Eyes get
the fuck up, back the fuck up
One bang and your eyes are dry
Get the fuck up, back the fuck up
One sip and you're pissed and high!
Someone told me if you live in a glass house
You might die in a big earthquake
and end up with a stone in your mouth
I felt like kicking out
damage, but just a little bit slower
To let you know Rage is that lyrical flow blower (yes, ma'am)
I'm smooth and creamy, milky, silky, steamy
Eyes get
a winter storm. Winding roads whisk us up and down we're praying the storm will pass us by. Dry your eyes, stylize. Risk return. Risk reward. Dangerous
The reflection in your eye
is revealing what's inside
it makes me wonder,
everyday that's passin' by
am i livin in a lie
can you feel it
do you feel
the poison they shed runs deep in my veins
rest in peace Mother Theresa your struggles won't be forgotten
even in these rotten days they can't be denied that
Don't cry
I am here, little girl
Please, don't cry
Dry your eyes
Wipe away your tears, little girl
Forgive me, I didn't mean to desert you
If I had a party would you bring your friends
Would it all depend if I passed out fruit and gum
And at midnight when the lion roars
Help me do my
Someday you're gonna realize
One day you'll see this through my eyes
By then I won't even be there
I'll be happy somewhere
Even if I can't
I
It's been twelve days since I had to cry
My eyes are dry, all of these feelings I'm feeling inside
I don't know why, not used to this shit
No, no,
Are you lonely? Are you crying?
Are those teardrops in your eyes?
Is it more blues? Is it bad news?
Is it a curse or a blessing in disguise?
Did you
help bring art to the sound spit
"Fire!" Like lit cigarette in dry leaves
Goodbye, leave, or die whenever your eyes see
"Fire!" That burns like
Someday you're gonna realize
One day you'll see this through my eyes
By then I won't even be there
I'll be happy somewhere
Even if I can't
I
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