Lyrics:
the wind, the sunsets, a way to comfort,
as well as the big hole in your heart you‘re trying to fill.
Hush！Simon
我不会过问你在寻找什么（我一直相信）
Hush！Simon
All our secrets are smothered in dirt, underneath paving stones
Lying waiting to be told
Some stay hidden, while some get found
Like our long lost
The rap game, hip-hop 101
The hardest nine to five you'll ever have
You can't learn this shit in no history book
You ready to rap, motherfucker?
The rap game, hip-hop 101
The hardest nine to five you'll ever have
You can't learn this shit in no history book
You ready to rap, motherfucker?
mama's cooking spoons
So we could dig a big hole, to try to reach China
And get there by early noon
Our imaginations soared on golden wings
Across
the darkness anymore
(Hello darkness, my old friend)
Here I am, alone again
Can't get out of this hole I'm in
It's like the walls are closin' in
You can't
collecting
Dust collecting
Dust collecting
Piece by piece
I want Paul Simon's brain
A little rain and a lot more listening
I want a lot of things but I will
We're getting picked off one by one
He's gonna put a tear in your face
I put my head to the ground
it's faster
Crawling down
In a hole
Just say it's over
of manias
Chemical Angel
Enters arena
Toro D'Or
Falls to the floor
Fucking the ground
The hole in the ground
And hot wires sing
Deep in my skin
I'm
a vacation from this
Bullshit three ring circus
Sideshow of freaks
Here in this hopeless fucking hole we call L.A.
The only way to fix it is to flush it
those
Little holes in the wall for lost souls and old stray dogs
God bless two for ones and broken hearts and cool little bars
The faded paint is
Near a tree by a river
There's a hole in the ground
Where an old man of Aran
Goes around and around
And his mind is a beacon
In the veil of the night
york a wonderful town
The bronx is up and the battery’s down
The people ride in a hole in the ground
New york, new york it’s a helluva town
Such
stout...
I like my ground hog stewed and fried...
An' a little piece of corn bread by the side...
Well, the meat's in the pot, and the hide's in
(Words and Music by Joan Baez)
It's walking to the battleground that always makes me cry
I've met so few folks in my time who weren't afraid to die
into the hard Oklahoma ground
John Paul Allison, the orphan boy Pope
Now she waits for you to haunt her
She sleeps with your ghost at night in bed
rippin' a hole through me
[Chorus]
Son, fill your heater, how bout chase killer
Rock 'em up and show you're no quitter
Snakes' pit every ground I
streets up and down
Looking for Paul Simon
All I found was myself, lost in time
I tried singing my songs
But I lost my mind
What have they done
Lennon and Avishai Cohen
Paul Simon and Garfunkel
Singing and flipping
Over pages of old love songs
We've been singing and slipping over love
Oh we've been
into the hard Oklahoma ground
John Paul Allison, the orphan boy Pope
Now she waits for you to haunt her
She sleeps with your ghost at night in bed
nigga crazy
Thats Rey 5osa made Simon Says Produced by TiSzY
He been spittin lately
Mr. what’s the vibe in his 350s
Bad bitch all in her kidneys
Aussie
now but wait 'til you get older
But the media men beg to differ
Judging by the hole in the satellite picture
The ice we skate is getting pretty
Popping in the wind like an angry cannon ball
The holes of history are cold and still,
But they smell the powder burnin' and they probably always will
feet deep
And a hole in the ground
Don't keep me waiting
Don't keep me waiting all night long
Oh pretty baby
Don't keep me hanging on and on
Six feet
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