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the deniers fled into the night
don't know what is wrong or right
something to be relived in psychedelic fever dreams
and cherished memories
riddled by

The Way I Feel

Robert Plant

Now & Zen

1988

rides beside me Tomorrow in his hand
The stranger turns to greet me 
And take me by the hand Shame...ooh-ooh 
Ooh, look what I've turned into and I'm

The Governor's Hand

Hank Snow

The Singing Ranger, Vol. 4

1995

Recorded by: Hank Snow
Written by Tony Austin

[C] The Warden made a comment
That the Governor sure does write a pretty [D] hand
As he [G] handed me

driving anyway
Just waiting on a breakdown
Or waiting on a spin out
I know I'm gonna spin out

And crash into a ditch
Let them identify my body
Notify my

I remember they told me I wouldn't be nothing
How did I know that I grind and put and turn nothing to something
Alone on this road cuz my friends

and shaping
The world that we know
Creating, inflating
Blow by blow
Nothing exists
That was not formed by this LOVE
Benevolent care
Coming down from above
With

Since day 1 girl my love for you will never change
Stand tall by my side and we will never break
FaceTime every night is what keep me awake
Girl you

body body make me feel the way that you do
I can tell you bout it bout it by the way that you move
Staring at me, see you twist across the room
Come into

it's really happening
Something about the rapid breeze that 
Compensates for all the painful past, future, and now 
While expecting nothing more than

determined to leave this existence by means of falling asleep holding each other's hands and staring into each Other's eyes
At some unobservable point
God

There's nothing like adrenalin
Don't ever slow down
Our dreams are all
And when the day
Gives into night
Oh oh
Turn the light on
And when the moment
Has

something was wrong by the overwhelming sadness on her face
With this look that hurt, a look no farther can ignore
She was four, no child should wear a face

tell you if I wanted
(No)
But I know that you're hiding something
(Hiding something, saying nothing)
Pretending It's nothing, oh
And I was hoping that

inject into your veins with printer's ink
The narcotics that you call literature
Poetry, essays, all kind
You have nothing but spindly limbs and a dream

Always road running,
I turn nothing into something,
I got that trap bumpin
Criss-cross, yeah, I got that trap jumpin
Shorty super bad, I call her McLovin

into
Is covered by that shine from you
And I was hoping I could open up to show 'em what I'm really trying to do this time
Cause I've been
Aligning
My

a little bit of medicine to get me in my head again
I blink and a week goes by, I need that steady dosage
I been working so hard, need something more potent

Stepping out in something fly, I'm that guy
Bad chick rollin, sitting by my side
Wood grain tipping, but I'm far from pimpin'
Man of the year Scottie

A 20 minute song
It's not actually 20 minutes
Duey! put on something creative
Duey, you're so fucking dirty, hehehe
Oh boy
Is there any way I

I dare a nigga
Look around, all I see dead niggas
Blood on the money, don't care, nigga
Blue faces turn into red niggas
Dot on your nose, yeah, I

summoned, one with nature I’m
becoming, when everyone is selling something I exist in the midst of nothing
Fantasy becomes my reality, My reality becomes my

Baby baby baby baby baby baby baby baby
Don't need no prescription
Whatever it is
Something bout you baby
Makes me feel good
Yes it do
And I came into

all tend to frustrate me
Make me do something they have tried and cannot make me
I'm sorry, what's your name? At this time it seems to escape me
Shake

FOLD THAT NOT A HUNNID 
STILL TURNING NOTHING TO A WHOLE LOTTA SOMETHING 

CANT LEAVE THE STREETS TOO DEEP IN 
GOT ALL THE WAY OUT AND WENT AND LEFT FEET