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the point of not ignoring all the lies?
I'm waking up to tasting ash and blood from dusk till dawn,
A tired, hazy mess is formed from tailgate lights

Get up
Get up and let's ride to the other side of light
To see what we find

No point in holding on I'm
Hollowed out
Screaming out of my head my

she'd talk herself through it
'Cause there's no going back now
It's the point of no return
It's sink or swim, fly or crash and burn
Do what I said, no one

Lucky Finger

The Stranglers

About Time

1995

connection
And the hand of Fatima stuck in my throat
Lucky finger point at me
File me in famous and drown me in floodlights
Lucky finger write my name
Set

Waiting for it all to get to the point
Or wherever it's going
Will there be anything
When the smoke clears
When the fires burn out

Will anyone

that I sink into this pit! 
 
Taken to the limit
Pressure's built up 
To the breaking point!
Finally reached the end
Reached the point where 
I can't

soul
Cringe about the point persuade
Follow dizzier to save
All at once the cards are played
A velvet prison yesterday
And we leave the road
Stand right

flamme, la rage est intacte
Là au fond de mes poches
La main sur la lame
Arreter les virgules, enfin mettre les points
Un point d'honneur, un point c'es

She allowed them here
How righteous we feel
Here, no questions are answered
No one is singled out, we are damaged
We never point to the throne
Truth

on so...gently

Brave the dark, each mile stings
Collecting messages under sheets
No point of looking, no way to grieve
Clock is ticking lord, don't make me leave

Take me over
Over again oh
I can't believe
That we
let it happen again
You don't know me
And I don't know you as well
How do we get to this point
I

plastic mask
Breaks apart for another day

Push the point into my brain
Erase, delete, and revise away
Until no part of me remains
To be hollowed out

yourself
You know it's not very smart
But you've got to get through this week
If you're wanting your weekend to start

You see no point, no sport, no race,

already know

In a point in time
Will I call it quits
Everything will be alright
In the end

Will it be the same again
Will we do it again

It won't be same

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Don't
Bore yourself
Keep your lens point at the stump
'Til your roll is done gone
Use it all

Roll two
Roll two
Roll two
Roll two

So
You'll spend

their ruthless game
Who can tell me, what's the point of chasing fame?
Meetings drone with hollow sound
Like echoes in an empty town
Every smile masks

You Must Learn

Boogie Down Productions

Ghetto Music: The Blueprint of Hip Hop

1989

made a straightin' comb 

But you won't know this is you weren't shown 

The point I'm gettin' at it it might be harsh 

'Cause we're just walkin'

Baby can we talk it out forreal (yeah)
Understand just how I feel (yeah)
Can you see my point of view (yeah)
Ask me what I want I'll point at you

oh oh oh
If you don't really know me at all
Then why do you attack me?
You can point out all my flaws
But you'll always find me classy
Right now

we're
Of a different point of view
I'd rather be alone
Than to be with you
Exactly what you trying to prove
Jealousies
And judging my fate
Has left my

of ill-ascent
I arrive to my way point travelling to the spheres of no colour
I conceive the spectacle
It was no mistake
That place to be my fate
And I align with

Make a Move

Cypress Hill

Cypress Hill III: Temples of Boom

1995

every posse make a move

Come on
Open up the doors for the high funk buddha
With the light point the dick can die
Rolling with the six shooter

to sound too disappointed that I'm free

And that I'm gone away
Distant as a shooting star
All points east of Zanzibar
I'm gone away
Gone away
Filling up my