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The drum has silenced
Whole world is painted red
By the mystic blaze above
With bated breath we wait
Opening of the gate
What is the reason for their coming?

keep that baby choppa tucked under the bed
Still smoke like a rasta i just cut off my dreads
1942 don hooly is burning my chest
Burning flowers driving

hurting inadvertently
No mercy turning anything clean so why would we

3039 our lives are divided up by the lines from the prior struggles
With rifles

through the crowd
It felt like we were there alone
Despite a thousand eyes
The lights are burning red
Inviting to come over
If only I could dance, yeah, if

feel like hell on Earth right now
Cops killing people and the people fight back, we on red alert right now
Look at the world right now
RIP to George

Raindrops Keep Fallin' on My Head

Bobbie Gentry

This Is 1970

2008

Raindrops keep fallin' on my head
And just like the guy whose feet are too big for his bed
Nothin' seems to fit
Those raindrops are fallin' on my

so great, get out of that burning bed

It was so much fun
It was so much fun
We got such bad lungs
It was so much fun, though

My dreams are the dreams

But then I saw
The red skies in your sad eyes
Reflecting dying flowers
And burning stars - I stopped

""One"" is a trouble
""Two"" is a couple
Which

But out of Egypt dem ah walked through the Red sea 
Saved and protected by hes majesty
Where is our faith and our dignity
Cant you see? Prophesies

when you lay on your side in my bed

And it pops up like it's out of tune
And it turns me on like blues

Your name on the list
On a blurred red ink

will praise what is done by means of death
But you are still on killing bed

Sing with me my song, fall to sleep
Dream my land of the bleeding sun

Test

doing in my house?)
(What are you talking about this is my house?)
(You think this is a game buddy?)
Rings turning red, smoking in the shed
Think about

Anytime
R2
I'll crush you (Blue Hell)
Red for health blue for mana
I guess green could be something else
In the well all by myself
Jester King

Merry Christmas y'all
Hope your not on the naughty list Santa's on his way...
Better get in bed!
Wait Santas here? 
Hey Santa, we're ready

Twas

I like cigarettes and dirty magazines by my bed
I like to think about you runnin around naked in my head
Everyone agrees these little red pills are

work and play are all looked after by|the benevolent wisdom of the priests...'||We've taken care of everything|The words you read, the songs you sing|The

see life again
My deals will made eternally
I signed the book of red
My rage
Will be unleashed again
Burning the next morn
Death means nothing
There is

and metal
And something's burning too
She's a fully armed lunatic psycho
Sprinting full speed at you
Her eyes are glowing red, they can see you in the dark
So

fears and intuitions to be greater every year (greater every year)
Bitch I'm tossin' turnin'
And when I get to hell you better make sure my bed is burning

from within 
When it's all over 
Comes full circle 
Round and round we go 

The red lipstick 
With the blood on your bed 
She has a new jamies 
Crimson

North Star Lover

Fionn Regan

100 Acres of Sycamore

2011

Lover, lover, lover you are,
Guiding us out of the woods.
Lover, lover, lover you are,
Are a north star, burning.

She shifts her weight

Dragging on for hours dragging on for hours 

Tossing and turning like the bed clothes are burning 
And the night is everlasting but your eyes shut tight

No new friends 
One hundred percent 
Your bitches five mine are ten 
Five mine are ten yeah
Five mine are ten 

Woke in the morning and I'm 
Lying in

Look at me now
Look at me now
Look at me now
Look at me now
There's a new face in the game
I wouldn't say new but y'all bitches are lame
For a couple