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pray to God break the cycle
May Lost Angels finally rest
May you take up your broken wings
And by His precious grace be blessed

Oh my god I guess I’m jumping on it
Take a picture lay the picture down and then I'm busting on it
Yeah we telling secrets but we keep a lack

the end
Who answer the phone when you hit their line
Every single time
Are you ready for what I have to say
It's been a very long day
All by myself is where

have da vision
I!
Now wanna be with the homies, somewhere out there on an island
So much, so much, that's what I want
Diamonds, falling, that's when I

go on get your red shoes on
let's get out of town
maybe there's a place for the two of us
somewhere in the clouds
fly me to the moon on a spaceship

go on get your red shoes on
let's get out of town
maybe there's a place for the two of us
somewhere in the clouds
fly me to the moon on a spaceship

going somewhere soon
With patterns that I can't even begin to understand or wrap my head around
I'm spinning, oh shit
It's not like when I was 16 and I

somewhere soft to land
to watch the chickens fight, hen against hen
And I might fail to recognize a good friend
When she’s by my side
But I see the wind

It's You Jesus

PFR

Great Lengths

1994

and out of my grasp
I'm searching for truth I know it must be
Somewhere just around the corner from me
I've been feeling a need from something inside

a throne
On the roads of souls and bones
In the kingdom of sorrow

As the night falls over me
Breathe into my body new life
Shadows plague my journey
Now

brutality
Say, “Right by Might is Liberty,
All hail the war machinery
But if you wag that flag at me
You'll fly it at half-mast, sirs.

Every one's collectin'

brutality
Say, “Right by Might is Liberty,
All hail the war machinery
But if you wag that flag at me
You'll fly it at half-mast, sirs.

Every one's collectin'

spirits of the dead by edgar allen poe

Thy soul shall find itself alone
'Mid dark thoughts of the gray tomb-stone-
Not one, of all the crowd, to pry

Nikes, by the caseload
But still good to fuck with a Becky like John Stamos
Taught to know that the rule of thumb was innuendos
And to slay the box

Bittersweet

Eva Avila

Somewhere Else

2006

The nightingale sings a song for free
Sounds like my own symphony
I'm almost hypnotized by the sound
I wake up and you're not around
Here things

Used to hate to talk about it
I dipped my toes in it and walked around it
Turning off the auto pilot
Man in the mirror something’s different ‘bout

makes it possible to play ball
And every day I walk on this earth
I see the God in me
It’s divine how life be taking shape
Sacred geometry
We treading

up... SIT YOUR ASS DOWN NIGGA!
SIT DOWN NIGGA, IF YOU'RE DRIVING SOMEWHERE
TURN YOUR STUPID ASS AROUND NIGGA NO, WE'RE NOT GOING TO JAIL IN 2021, THAT'S

out on these niggas the king of the league
Like I spent too long a cavalier
Catch me somewhere smoking weed
I'm thanking god for scene pop me two pills

you all need me
When I know why they all need me
I told them ones that I need me and now that it's about me
Ain't nobody around me, cause they wasn't

somewhere tucked in my tech fleece
Everybody saying they love me but they don`t get me
It feel like i seen it all
Praying for my dawg
I just wanna see him

road is cold I am so numb
Every night I fall asleep
I'm haunted by these demons that I'm harboring
Inside a place within my mind
Where optimism dies I'm

chest as Much as I wish
I'll get what I get
I'm directed and help direct
And I'm cursed and I'm blessed by my moon in Pisces to feel it all
It's a defense

So high school went on
And God gave me some good gifts
And I was a storyteller
You know, I was always concerned though, like
You know
I always needed