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and cold, unfriendly world
But he left her sitting there with his habit
And a few oozing infected wounds
Fading away
Tear it all down and throw it away
Fading

spoke of her love like she spoke of her pain

The way that young lovers do

All of your habits are harmless she says
Until you are filling a void in your

then if I've been smoking crack
Then that's usually followed by "Fame is one big fucking trap"
But they ain't got no fucking fame so how the fuck they

REACH THE SKY

As time goes by they will concede
Habits form and then they're not make believe
Reason leads me to succeed
There's a higher truth I

And they can’t take that from us
What we have is so much different
(What we got we should keep, we so different)
I can tell by the way they stare at us
Let’s

more bad habit
He wants a seat by the window

You're rockin' Bossanova in Barcelona
Listening to Trompe le Monde the way across the pond
And when you get

You're a colorful bird
And sometimes it gets you into trouble
Everyone heard
All the fingers came out by the dozen
To puncture your bubble

Up into

Runaway Romeo

My momma used to say, 'girl you're my runaway rabbit'
My father said child, you better watch your dirty habits
My romeo, slid right in

There is something stuck inside and it just won't go away. 
It crawls beneath my skin and it's changing every day.
I recognize the feeling by the way

their meaning. A purpose once so clear has been covered by every year that we drink and sing and waste away our lives here. These days on the road

pining
To be taken out by the lightning
Strike me
I dare you
I dare you
Heaven hear me
Like a mantis I am praying 
Out of habit without saying
Anything
For

there's no hope them crackers take us for jokes They laugh at us when we successful they mad at us Crack fiends in the hood with bad habits And cops passing

I will make you feel human forever
Inferior and less than futile
Confusion, the essence of you

Choked by habits of despair and panic
Trapped between

pain
But that habits gone cost you your soul
Son slow your roll - (you wanna see a dead body)
Stumble on across the road
Cop a baggy from the man with

I am particularly offended
By other people's bad habits
That are not the same as my own
(At the present time)
The way they always do those things

what he`s doing
See ive created and ive rose from the ruins
Keeping soldiers influenced by dropping hot shit
Face it im toxic my palm`s clutching bombs

I found out you're creepin

Friday night where do I go
Hit the halter after my show
Force of habit I pick up the phone
And try to call you
Tell me

The happenings within my head

Insomnia is nothing new; a habit long accustomed
Hours spend pondering my interpretation
Of right and wrong

Piercing the silence

of stronger stuff
She's a habit, an electric jolt, a reflex, an impulse
Emphatic, my desire, I'm ecstatically inspired
By my Ex-girlfriend 
I'm in love, with my

written and composed by Hans Francken Ingrid Mank

You must be a wizard
'Cause you put a spell on me
You must be a genius
'Cause you can tell just

up on you
Whatever I do

Come early spring
I bailed on that
From apron strings
I freed my hands

And woke from the spell that cast
I kicked that habit

and pretend
That I'm not bound by habit, I'm not a slave to my needs.
I choose to let go, so I must be in control.
This must be who I wanna be.
But it takes

But I ain't forming no habit
Shifting down road it ain't no automatic
Fell on my own hands filled with some callous
Plenty known capping
We ain't just

guy home
& not listening when you said that he was an asshole
I know you don’t believe me when I say it won’t happen again
You know I’ve got a habit