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And everybody knows you by a different name
I didn't catch your first name
I didn't get your last
I didn't hear too much what was said
My
long ago
Perhaps only they know
Who invented the rainbow
Who made the waterfall
Who came up with new born babies skin
Some will tell you
Oh, oh my darling
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah
The artist pays the price
So you won't have to pay
If only we would listen
To what they have to say
Oh, oh my darling
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah
The artist pays the price
So you won't have to pay
If only we would listen
To what they have to say
to mine
On Sunday
My day off
You know, Franz, I believe that artist is drawing us
Huh? Who?
Monsieur's friend
Monsieur would never think
Lend me your comb
It's time to go home
I got to go past
My hair is a mess
Your mammie will scold
Your pappie will shout
Unless we come in
I pulled in to Nazareth, was feeling 'bout half past dead
I just need some place where I can lay my head
"Hey mister, can you tell me where a man
You can trace the mystery of ancient history
Through art of artists and their models
You can comb through the Rome coliseum
And the rear
I tell you folks it's heaven to be ridin' down the trail
To watch the desert sun go down
Cactus plants are bloomin'...
To watch the desert sun go
the flow, yeah
Years in the makin', and don't y'all mistake it
I got 'em by a landslide, we talkin' about races
You know this'll never be a tie, just look
said, "I will fix your rack, if you'll take Jack, my dog."
I said, "Wait a minute, Chester, you know I'm a peaceful man."
He said, "That's okay, boy,
I pulled into Nazareth, was feelin' 'bout half past dead
I just need some place where I can lay my head
Hey, Mister, can you tell me where a man
the artist's soon
A never-ending flow – the artist's style, the artist's soon
The secrets you will know
You are the second in the time
I see your dreams, you see
Style with a hard-ass beat
Our explicit lyrics tells it like it is
If you don't like what I'm saying, get the fuck outta here!
Luke Skyywalker, the man,
not know
What to do wit' it, 'cause it might just
Come back on you ten-fold
I said be careful what you wish for
'Cause you just might get it
a smoke and a slap domino
And me know the dawg them a study and a watch how me make it and a grow
How the outcome just a grow
A just the artist life artist
America's most complete artist"
"What's your name boy?"
"I.. am.." "America's most complete artist"
"You better get ready"
"for America's most complete
When evening chores are over at our ranch house on the plain
And all I've got to do is lay around
I saddle up my pony and ride off down the trail
I pulled into Nazareth, was feelin' about half past dead
I just need some place where I can lay my head
Mister, can you tell me where a man might
this, yeah
Trappin' about, you know what I'm sayin'?
Like, I couldn't get out if I wanted to
All us rappers are trapped in it
We can't get out, you
I pulled into Nazareth, was feelin' 'bout half past dead
I just need some place where I can lay my head
Hey, Mister, can you tell me where a man
with such great artists
You know like, right in front of us
It's really honored and
Most importantly this award belongs to the every people all around
sometimes eclipsed by a moon
You know I don't see you when she walks in the room
It's no secret that a friend is someone who lets you help
It's no secret
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