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our lives
Nationwide hunt for 10-year-old Bonnie and Clyde
Wide-open in the eyes smoking too much crack
Age ain’t nothin but a digit, gonna get a visit

House that I called home
Toys still in a hole, that I dug When I was
Five years old, shit had me thrown
Graffiti on them walls now
Really is a trap house

are what you know 
The highs and the lows 
Supply by boatload 
Hope for the folks
Loves like a home 
I'll open the door 
Stranger, friend, foe
Soul

come
Lets go
And take this virus on 
By the horns
C'mon

Dis virus, bubba
O yeah, dis virus bubba 
Don't care you young
You old
You just a kidd
For

a trip back to the 'Cuse
I saw my old friend
Ran into my boy Ox, man it had me broken
'Cause he was doing things that I
Know I had taught him
Back when I

folding up
I holding up time for the crown man I'm old enough

You're welcome we want you, just don't lose
You can always come back home
You're welcome we

hands on a bottle, as if in a pose
Near a mountain of garbage, he’d sat down and froze
For months he just sat there, preserved, undefiled
But even an old

that they had run away 
Eight bullfrogs down by the stream 
Down by the old folks home you know the one I mean 
Little geode princess bottle rocket star

I grew up wild and I grew up true
A town most folks just drive through
We'd sit out by the dam on a night when the air was warm
Mama was an angel,

Blood cin't Thicker than Water Lyrics 
Davis Chris & Mr foster 
Verse1 
When Jalisa was 8 years old she was sexually abused 
Seduced by Salacious

Can't look for an idol while on the run
Can't look for an idol while on the run
Can't look for an idol while on the run
Shoutout to the folks N

almost midnight
Still got time to practice those old folks songs
For the 40's sing-a-long
(chorus)
Weekend goes by quickly
Poor little Zeke-y
He's got

late shows
Surrounded by folks yet
Still felt all alone
Not quite in my zone

So I had to go, go
Out still looking, haven't found my home
Calm, I keep,

iron cold
Shaped by the great smiths of old
Gear of war and treasures forged from ore
Cursed with the death of a lord

Mass destruction in the War

left is a lost dream coated in lies.

Folk still claim it’s the best town,
But all I hear is people moan,
We built a home for everyone but we’ve never

Junior wrote a very famous song, called the Green, Green Grass of Home
Junior and my dad were real good friends, and that is how this story begins

I

Free and The Contrary Farmer
A Home in The Country, and Bound For Glory 
Irish Folk Tales as told by Yeats 
A Country Year, At Nature's Pace
The Grapes

can't go astray
Walking miles to get to you
Step by step you know its true
This spring we got a fling
We sing and let the old renew
Give your all to me,

throwing down, going where I want in a new truck, same town

cnd I won't always get it right
(‘Cept I'm grow up, throwin down)
cnd I won't home by midnight

to the oldfolks' home
Get them all down, all the old friends
Old connects, visit some old friends
This is mortal combat
To mortals I'm imortal
Of course his car

long
I should've known better than this by now
Maybe next time around

I never felt so alone like I used to feel in my home
I wonder why my old best

long
I should've known better than this by now
Maybe next time around

I never felt so alone like I used to feel in my home
I wonder why my old best

With twenty dollars in the pocket of some old jeans
Came across a few salesmen that sold dreams
But we wasn't gon quit uh uh by no means
We started

Help the lonely, neglected old farts that I know.

Theodore bikel:
It's been swell havin' you with us tonight folks.

Mark volman:
But, don't leave