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longer play
in the corner an old photograph
a clue about yesterday
hey
hey
there's trouble out on the concrete
where the government has failed
for these

sight seeing
And I'm yours
But I like it, I kinda kinda like it

Not a new thing
Just a new scene
With a old feel
Down in the jungle yeah, down in

making men
I married the last of the Callaghan boys
Will I never see Pittsburg again?

Then the steel mills of Pittsburg were closed by the strikes

feel it slip, then the moments gone
Did I blink to fast, caught up in my ways
Someone take me back to those good old days

And now you tumbled down

all of my friends
I guess that you could say that I'm "old-fashioned," the soul-snatchin'
Much-prefer-the-scythe slashin' to dome blastin' master

remembered by a name

Magic machine once it starts to get gold, can turn everything around
It is starlight, zipping around with no sound
Shooting across

made more cheese
I was at the SAMAs in the nosebleed seats
Fast forward 2 years I ain't wrote no speech
Got a plaque, plaque by my old PC
Now I'm finna

familia, familie
La familia, familie
La familia, familie
Cradle to the grave yeah death and birth
Everything is secondary family first

I was raised by

face oh
You go still be my sweet potato
E be true I dey tire for the same old
Girls wey dey come for the fame oh
All the ones wey dey jump for the ego

to the most high
Think back on my old life
Got a little bit of buzz through the grape vine
And a couple outfits on lay-buy
Mommy had to work on the late nights

on the corner of Ward and Kings Cross Road
Outside an old record store
 
I bought my first CD that day
With the 5 that mum could spare
So unaware
We'd be waiting

didn't know I was missing

I've had a Peter Griffin smile 
On my face for days now
You're my cold shower
You caught my by surprise

Am I a dancer?
Lets get

And As This Realm Grows Thicker
Between Realities We Flicker
 
You Are You And I Am Me
 
We Are Standing In A Stream
Talking About Living The Dream
As The Old

Love came on stealthy fingers 
And took me by surprise
I fell against my wishes
Though I was wise, Oh so wise
For love to me was not a total stranger

the meaningless ever so effortless,
Grasping for spoils of attention.
Molded by mockery falsified entity,
guiding but not with  intention.

Out of dust we´re made,

I wanna go to Heaven
If Jesus is all I see (ever see)

If the angel's horn were an old kazoo
If the city four square was a two by two
If my mansion

on a date with my bitch, Nina
 And me and Nina ridin' in my old Regal
 A nigga can’t denim shoppin' at the D mall
 Hair in a ponytail, Steven Seagal
 Karate

the booties
And we need no bootie call
Champaign on my table
you know I got the game
It ain't about fame
cause I'm staying the same...
Same old same
Same O

All your new drip I wore yea that stuff is already old
I can't tell u how many birds I done sold
The gang
Pineapple the chain
Sine bright like the sun
U

I can hear it when that old song starts to play
Cutting through my body in familiar ways
Is it me or is it you who can't relate
Cause I can feel it

your good side out, where you gonna run to now yeah yeah, what you gonna do when your little plan, leads you astray in the badlands man. Meet you down by

long now, so very long now, 
I've been a Milner every day
The wheels are spinning fast,
As all the years run past,
And I have grown so old and gray.

Вспоминаю времена,
улетая из родного мне гнезда.
Присядим на дорожку,
прощальные слова:
Ну с Богом,
Мне пора

I think about the good old days
About

to shake he starts to cough
Just like the old man in
That famous book by Nabakov
Don't stand so close to me