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the clique gonna need before the function
We don't pull up empty handed for good introduction
I don't use my heart no more I put it up to auction
She gonna ask

all I can to be a better brother friend and son?
Express yourself is the saying I'd have it no other way 
Fresh twisty spunk is my taste 
Like a splash

There was no time for goodbyes. As hard as I've grown I'll miss 'em.
I've loved you all more than these weary hands could shot.
I wouldn't want to be

Waterfalls

Stooshe

Now That's What I Call Music!, Vol. 83

2012

Lonely mother gazing out of her window
Staring at her son that she just can't touch
If at any time he's in a jam she'll be by his side
But he

The Last Crusade

Sam Roberts Band

Collider

2011

mattered more 
And the black tongues spitting poison 
Spare no one 
Gotta keep on, gotta keep on 
Till the Ghosts of War come marching in 
They've been

Il Adore

Sarah Uriarte Berry

Taboo [Original Broadway Cast]

2004

Mother clutches the head of her dying son
Anger and tears, so many things to feel
Sensitive boy, good with his hands
No one mentions

we're told "They shall not pass!"
Man-a solemn offering
Future of our sons
Losing foothold in the trench
I dream of home no more

Verdun bloodbath
Fallen

door
He prays for he has no more tears to weep

The day begins to break
A muffled drums begins to sound
A crowd begins to gather in the square

you
But never had the moment
So many times i tried to feel you
But there's nothing to hold on
No more

How does it feel to be among the loosing ones

might, actin right
Actin like we that tight
But I don't wanna get down with you no more
Cause it was just for that one night,
So understand me cause I said

be right back
No stars, the jungle's black
Then I led him down into the bushes
Down into the boathouse
Right asides the pond
Over by the statue
Couple

year forget last year
last year outta here
ahh yeah this is our year forget last year
last year outta here

yo son try 2 sound like me u cant do that

you heads a nod as soon as they heard it
I ain't got a tech 9 no more I got a Drako
Got niguhz in line that'll do what I say so
Fuck a silencer niguh

come from people ravaged by war
Post-traumatic discord
Trying harder not to add to my wrongs
Hoping the plague shadow passes my door
I am my

a day, ay
Since I had my surgery, it's never been the same
I'm sick and it sucks and my friends barely visit
Every week that goes by, end up feeling

I bleed red for the masses
I got nothing but love for their daughters and beef with their sons
Streets said we won
And when the wolf cried, boy

A lonely mother gazing out of her window
Staring at a son that she just can't touch
If at any time he's in a jam she'll be by his side
But he doesn't

"Standing in line, marking time
Waiting for the welfare dime
'Cause they can't buy a job
The man in the silk suit hurries by
As he catches the poor

A lonely mother gazing out of her window
Staring at a son that she just can't touch
If at any time he's in a jam she'll be by his side
But he doesn't

the everlasting race of man
Just to take him by the hand and let him guide us through the land

Cause we can no longer live in peaceful (Harmony)
Of course its just

and pitcher
To some I am, Jack the Ripper, the Son of Sam
The ratchet gripper, rapper killer
Their bodies found in the rapids of
The Willamette river after

day which hours no more offend?
Mother of grace, the pass is difficult,
Keen as these rocks, and the bewildered souls
Throng it like echoes, blindly

what must you do
Take your Knife and stick it
deep inside
No more dreams will torture you
at night

poured at the mouth of the river bathing in whole milk
Linen and silk
Mouth full of salt and silt washing over'
Dying sons of a thousand Octobers
Closer