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in red
Stab you 187 times now I know that you're dead
Run away I'll watch you flee but you never stood a chance
It's another tragedy, you can't kill

I care?
One hundred, two hundred three and a four
Centuries gone by, you waiting for
Everybody, never knew you before
Speaking about you 
So full

head
To fill your soul it takes its toll inside my head

If I'm waiting too long in the dark will you tell me it's over
Just longing for something

Sex Kills

Joni Mitchell

Turbulent Indigo

1994

The rapist in the pool
Oh, and the tragedies in the nurseries
Little kids packin' guns to school
The ulcerated ozone
These tumors of the skin
This hostile

Heart back on the line.
Firing away, back in time.
Our destiny is blocked by, the weight of our past.
The water is rising, so we have to be fast.

bro in a jam 
Car flip over drunk driver not giving a damn
Man we got family
All these fucking tragedies
God can you heal us from this fake ass reality

hate us
Runts in da blunt got me faded
I know my homies gone be down for me
Even the ones I lost looking down on me 
Wrist on froze you know it gotta be

in my pocket waiting for that kickback
Thought it cool thought that shit was sweet
Had no idea I would come back with the heat
We are not tragedy
We

Sex Kills

Joni Mitchell

Painting with Words and Music

1999

The rapist in the pool
Oh, and the tragedies in the nurseries
Little kids packin' guns to school
The ulcerated ozone
These tumors of the skin
This hostile

expected to kill myself
Is it a tragedy if I wanted to die?
I don't think so
Dressed in black
Camouflaging with the asphalt
Waiting for a truck to come

I'd Be Waiting

Xavier Naidoo

Zwischenspiel/Alles für den Herrn

2003

re-arrange in a flash
Now for this cash they rape our lands strictly for wealth
It's left me stranded in a spiritual realm all by myself

Headed to mecca I

until I see my own clone
All night
Don't write about tragedies when
I'm surrounded by the people who empower me
No longer smoke that green to escape my

It’s turning into heresy, you transform to tragedy. Roll the dice with my faith and set the soul on fire. You say it’s all in my head but what’s your

hidden silhouttes,
Face's lit by a dying star, blue licks her wet forehead,
Cheek colored red, full scarlet fire from a dragon's breath

That set death

don't bring up the rest
Of your family, You've been verbally attacking mine

Thinking it's a tragedy, The only tragedy I see 
Is you winding up in

Audobon Ballroom

Black Market Militia

The Black Market Militia

2005

regardless, my guess
They die for freedom, and they dyin' for martyrs, they blessed
But some share needles in the pissy apartments, obsessed
By thoughts

wingdings 
Well-versed omnifariously on types of rapping 
Nefariously hatching commendable schemes
Especially, in the area of chasing pipe dreams
Following

bored and our patience weak
Still the waiting
It envelops me
It goes on and on and on and on and on
Lost interest in all once found
Is it heresy

the lifegiver's bleeding to death before me

I am packing my bags, I'm waiting in line
This tragedy forces us away from this land
As I board this creature of steel,

and superstition
Apocalyptic visions
Of a world consumed by fire
Fueled by nightmares
Waste some time on me
I'll be waiting patiently
With the latest breaking

scraping for pennies like the peasants be
Locked in the box, they too stupid to see past mentality
A tragedy, and honestly, they live past their identity

tragedy's the only love I know
And now I see, there is no cure for me
So why do I proceed
Down into the deepest corners of my mind
I'll never be at peace

I'm sorry for the blind eye I have cast
Chasing rainbows through the ashes
Of a long and bitter past
I was waiting for the world
To accept me as I am

Doomed to dreams set in the past
Our sorry fate is unsurpassed
Tragedy befalls us!
And if by some chance you return
To paper friends with false concern
Can