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Let me tell you the story
Of a place where there's no war
Where everyone can shine just like a shooting star
No one can believe this
But you know it

feeling it more than it shows

The years flow by
You start to think about the reasons why
You find yourself all alone
With no place that you can call home

world problems, I'm no longer enticed by someone who has it all
You'll realize that you're vapid when your look begin to fade
That's when you hit a wall,

the time?
What's the time?

She'll crawl towards the market square
He'll jam the lifts then take the stairs
One shard of light they'll glance to find
Some

pay a living wage
I'd like to see them try
To have to work two jobs a day
Just to get by

Welcome to America
Ain't what It looks like on TV
Welcome

The call of fruit to the plate
The basket worn as a cap
Family will leave you to its mysteries

For all the proof I've kept faith
Wandered the block seeking

they flirt some more, and then they sin
And by that I mean, they start kissing

The Nurse tells Juliet that Romeo's a Montague
Juliet is shocked

that time to fix what's been destroyed
By greedy ones who lead thinking they've filled the void
Better stand up now so we can call their bluff
The only

From the cane fields to the mulga
From the oceans to the bush
I love to travel this vast brown land
We simply call, just OZ
Her high green plains,

Well we keep our eyes set on one destination
Can't turn back time to the dawn of creation
You'd clean it up some, fix the score I guess
Before the mud

Puppets for the gods
With no means to an end
If you can be hunted
They’ll call you a friend
The universe is not
For you to comprehend
If progress is

So baby you have to move on
The love that I had for u it's gone
I got bitches by my own
Cunado vines a mi mente tengo que quemar un blunt
Asi que no me

Sports Illustrated Issue
She want it I got it just ask you have Ah
Call her Ms Santa her hand in my bag Ah
200 the dash you do the math Ah
Sacrificed

She won't be coming round no more
She'll be making no more calls
She left a message by the door
She'd been crawling up the walls
She's in some

You've heard tell of Butch and Sundance, Jesse James and Dan McGrew
But there's one more desperado that's a legend through and through
Now this

So reckless impatient
Driven by emotions
Pull me into place
Where it's you
I'll be there in five
Don't wait outside
I'll make the sound
Then hope

as a welcome mat
Molestation
Milk and blood from the nips
Ouch that smarts
Just flip me off and call me Mary

He prays 
To not be Number Six
Sloppy seconds
Roof

a rainbow
Or waiting for that call
I won’t be lying
I won’t be lying no
Don’t see the sadness
You don’t see his eyes
You don’t see the moonlight
Like you did

the junkies waiting back in Hackensack
Ollie on the news had crazy views that
"Might makes right by turning babies into martyrs overnight"
Call in the general

Take a picture to remember me by
Just in case you forget the color of my eyes
Hang me pretty in a styrofoam frame
Write it on the back just in case

home
With nobody near
I know that it makes you feel bad
But you're part of the problem
Confidence Tom will never get back
Killed by his dreams

the rough sort
Slap her around and call his mum whore
His two brothers stabbed him thirty times and that's how long they're gone for
All by the age of twelve

Centered and still 
We ride the waves, holy and thrill 
Not seeking to become
Rather being as we are 
Not waiting for one day 
For yesterday passed

not know
Scary thoughts pass her by
You need her so you take her thigh
It's sad thing is she don't call you her guy
The mind is a cage, makes you tower