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suffocate
I can hardly breathe
Tell me my disease
Why can't it be easier
To find myself
Stare the demon down
Choking broken sounds
Maybe it will be easier all

Some things once known can't be unseen
The all-seeing eye blinks in a dream
Driven by anger, light and despair
Slipped away
I have to care
We all need

she looks out from a window 
or a one-way mirror to some 
watching the moon rise 
wiping up the cum 
work is taxing 
but she doesn't care 
they'll

You've got one chance
To breathe in lines and break free
No sign to stop

Sing along to the changes (ooh ooh)
Get your love in high places (Yeah, ooh)
Even

yesterday
And it seems these days likely yesterdays have gone by

It's too late
You can't cast away anything if you said it that way
It's too late
And I

Low, why are you so?
Can't you see the steps are down below
Follow them up to your station by the sea
 
Low, why is it so? 
Oh, don't you see how

demons
And claim the crown, to place upon your head
Harness
The turbulent currents by hand
Whip the gale
Be the one, none can tell you you can't

The times

Same damn hall
Same damn wall we have painted six times
And I can’t talk
We both know what is waiting inside

We both know what is waiting
We both

much
Fuck you very much
Fuck you very much
Fuck you very much

No native speaker? This could really be a burden
So you think that I should rather sing in

Oh no, oh no
I can hear the church organ play
Can you hear the children sing
Am I in danger now
Don't mind, don't care
We can't hear a word that you

trumpet sings
A ballad of blood and bones
Instruments of death
Called upon by the chosen
What isn't burned alive
Is frigid and frozen
The blood overlords

cheapened by the crevices you forced them to keep it
Hide it in
Opposed to your blood diamond ring
When the white bird sings, she cries
Like bloody murder

them niggas down, if they try to plot
Sunrise in the morning, tryna finish up my thoughts
Beatbox diamonds you can't find, not a sing fault
Two 201's

CAMPTOWN RACES  by Stephen Foster 1850

Camptown ladies sing this song, do da, do da
Camptown Races 5 miles long, oh do da day
I came down there with

Get out of bed and sing while you shower
Things will turn out to be good and you know it 
Money can’t make you happy 
No matter how much you’re

All strung up by the chord
And thrown off the stage
Into the open floor
And when they sing
The crowd gives the applause
And fix into seat
Pour good

Home
Home is the air I breathe
Home are the streets I read over and over

Home
Home in these memories
The wild jazz and poetry of bellowed lines

Losing my head, think twice
Shufflin’ feet like we’re skating on ice
Can’t believe that it’s actually time
Stage blinded by the lights

Heart

a P.H.D.
Yeah Mojo knows how to live the dream
The rising star of the stage and screen
If you can't see it I'm sure you must be blind
So she'll leave your

the beginning of the end
It came faster than we pretended
They've lost their heart; we lost our land
Hunted by the ones most to blame
The death's in town
It's

they call eventually
They'll sing and dance a separate verse
Unless you pay you'll be risking all
Make haste to burn what you've rehearsed
I've been

You held my heart
Like a promising sky
cnd I held my breath
Eager to fly
But just like a cloud
I watched you float by
Saying honey, don't hurry your

I know a girl who looks like summer
Her face glows when she smiles and laughs
She's got a soul like a sunflower
That can't be captured in photographs

didn't exist
We was the master not mr or miss
Distraction tactics that don't never miss

Caused by the force if the friction
Real talk I don't talk any