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after a show
All game
Baby, dry your eyes, ya know my name
Mink-C! Thats right
I'm the bloke you adore
Rip ya panties off
Like I'm starting a chainsaw
I'm

You're like a twitching star
In this crippled sky
And your sore thumb syndrome
Just watch that motherfucker stick right in my eye
If I went as far

tormented
Tired notions turn my sulci into knots
My eyes shifting shadows into psychos
Heavy breath just like a tempest
Somnolent syndromes my stomach

social dynamite

Racial venom is like social dynamite
It is like a revival of a perilous syndrome
A syndrome of death and destruction
This is the voice

Trying to keep your eyes dry
Trying to keep your eyes dry

All summer drinkin water
Trying to keep your eyes dry
Trying to keep your eyes dry
All year long

of time, time, time
In the clouds, bleeding through the vines
This atmosphere is dry, dry, dry, dry
Oh how will I, how will I
How will I survive
I got thorns

of time, time, time
In the clouds, bleeding through the vines
This atmosphere is dry, dry, dry, dry
Oh how will I, how will I
How will I survive
I got thorns

Mmhmm
Cry
This is the last time (mm)
You will ever have to cry 
Dry the tears from your eyes
This is the last time
You will have to cry

Go

Mmhmm
Cry
This is the last time (mm)
You will ever have to cry 
Dry the tears from your eyes
This is the last time
You will have to cry

Go

Stop Your Weeping

The Dramatics

ABC Years 1974-1980

1995

stop your weeping, stop your crying

Girl stop, 
Dry your weeping eyes
Yeah
Dry, dry your weeping eyes

Dry your weeping eyes
Yeah, hum
Now I

Never Miss The Water [Album Version]

Chaka Khan

Epiphany: The Best of Chaka Khan, Vol. 1

1996

That there would come a day
When fools begin to open up their eyes

You never miss the water
'Til the well runs dry ('til the well runs dry)
Now I

hoe
One two bloody nose
Drip down on his ugly clothes
Got what you wanted
I make it stick
Ain't got to be handicap
Make a wish

Eyes roam going gone too

I had this girl come up to me
And she was like
All I listened to is ratchet music
And I was like, girl, ha
High and dry
Down and out
High and dry

hungry check their appetite (Outta sight)
Niggas get it twisted acting really sleight
On some Michael Jackson syndromes
Cause they went from black to white

Warm up to your eyes
All dressed up in white
Hearing all the angels
At the edge of the city night
Feel the crack of dawn
Sneaking slowly by
Not ready

They open my eyes
Make me to smile while I suffocate
I'm a prisoner here
Desensitized
Only knowing what the masters dictate

We are all victims

When a china doll, opens her eyes
When a statue talks and a grave stone cries
She mingles in crowds, like the pictures in clouds
In a wonder bra,

Got that Charlie Sheen syndrome
Always winning
This ones for the hustlers
That's on the block sinning
The ones that do it for the gold clothes

the present really
I bet you're searching
I bet you're eye is closed
Take this second, tune into
Om
Om
Think you're gonna evolve, oh
Don't fall like a victim

They're set out to catch the hoax
They'll see right through this one-man show
My flaws they seep through this disguise
Cornered by expectant eyes
Fake

Mirror, mirror
Bathroom stall
Close my eyes and I am
Nowhere at all
For now
Leave a message
For a friend
Hope they get it, pray it's
Not too late for

ur going through
so baby dont

(Girl dont cry)
Baby dont cry
(Dry ur eyes)
U Dont have to be, be alone
(I'll Be their for you)
Girl dont cry (girl dont

pum.
Every tear that you cry 
Brings the mascara straight from your eyes

All alone no one to hold you
Nobody to call no one to talk to
Who's going

the only tears I have depends how hard you make me laugh

Bone Dry, been surfing 
Above the ageless 
Frozen in time 
All the faces 
Motionless eyes