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Room With a View

Warrant

Belly to Belly

1996

her up inside
She brings plenty home
And slowy gets stoned
In a room by herself
Alone in a room with a view
Of the brick wall
She's run into
Life has

that you are
No matter how far you roam
Like planting seeds in the soil
I’d water flowers with tears of joy 
If crying eyes would bring you home

Each

I'm not saying for instigating
I'm just thinking you'd wanna come back home 
I'm here waiting and you're debating 
If the clouds will turn dark

bitches bring the pain
I was walkin' with that stick, never afraid to let it bang
He got problems, told that boy that he might need to change
I got

days a week thinkin one day you gon get by a lil
7.5 hours of practice a day then realize doing 
30 hours a month jus to eat brings you back to days in

Come on in, make yourself at home
Leave your troubles by the door
Pull up a chair, kick up your heels
Don't you know what's mine is yours

I'm so

coming down
I know if I bring her molly, she back in town
Ecstasy gon' make her happy, she want it now
And I can't lose no more of my bros, keep them

don't wanna die
Driving down this lonely road

So i slide into my car
Before the morning brings disgust
I left some kind words
Of encouragement
For when

play

It doesn’t bring much light together in
In this conversation you and I
When I’m going out to meet you in this fever
In a place to be, with gold

time moves slow and the joy it brings.

With the morning sun and the fields of green,
There's a beauty in the stillness that I've seen.
In the laughter

I’m counting down the hours
Waiting till you’re back at home
Bought a bouquet of flowers
And supper’s cooking on the stove

A dinner by

death to your past
Praying it finds you
Love that beholds you
A love that shall last
Love that shall
Make you whole again
Again
Make you feel at home

The Russian acts, condemned by all
For killing children to leave death's pall
The world stood witness to brutal fight
As Russian army showed up its

outta college to practice my craft
Started to hustle this shit real harder,
Still got it rough gotta stay by my father
Love him to death so I give him

the blood-soaked blades bring us peace
Let them drink of these callous martyrs

Grind all wills till they finally cease
The utopia will surely be ours

Monstrous

a treasure trove it brings
After years of yearning I've found my path
In your arms dear Papa my home at last

He Don't Make Junk

God makes a home for the lonely
God brings peace to the prisoner
A father to the fatherless ones
A refuge for you who will call

to me
I'm tryna tell you I'm a God
I reside where I stand, I call home whatever place I land
If you relate by chance, then tell me where you plan to place

refuse to be a part of it!

Through corridors of melancholy, I roam
A lingering specter, without a home
Elbowing a way through the stupified crowd
Hitting

of

Place to be
A place I feel at home
I think about it more than you'll ever

Know who you want me to be
Cause I never seem to be the ideal me
So tell me

why
I can't write her eulogy

Let her go
Bring her home
Every shadow is reminiscent
I'm hollow, I can't feel her spirit
Minutes turn to days as my

I never slack
Omaiyin mu aye din by we still making the racks
Chale clouded you fit bring back

Back to the topic Forget about the loss
AlhamduLLAH

'44, on the Normandy shore
A high price was paid, on the beaches this day
Sands red from the fallen
I walk the line, through this hell by design
And each

colder in the dark
But see I'm coming back to you so keep the lights on
Out behind the break of dusk
Cry until the morning brings me home
Shaken by