Lyrics:
(two shots)
アガれ now 歌えオンヘヤ
さあ 飲め飲め飲め飲め このグラス ay
さあ 酔え酔え酔え 今 to your artist
ワンショット (one shot) ツーショット (two shots)
ノリな more 歌えオンヘヤ
祝杯 (sippin'), 姿
All alone, or in two's
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down outside the wall
Some hand in hand
And some gathered together in bands
All alone, or in two's
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down outside the wall
Some hand in hand
And some gathered together in bands
Do you enjoy your sight inside?
Disconnect and let me drift,
Until my upside down is right side in.
Society must let the artist go,
To wander
There are no lyrics to this track. It is intentionally blank, with each of the 71 seconds representing one of the years that the artist's father,
two things just the same
Baby you're a quick change artist
And everybody knows you by a different name
You told me what your name is
I showed you
Ed Sheeran's number one
And Ed Sheerans's number two
Ed Sheeran's number three
Five, six
And seven, eight, nine and ten
At four a great new act
Ready to die
Ed Sheeran, alone Star
Comin' out here freestylin' with the guitar
'Cause I've forgotten the lyrics of this bit right here
So I
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
I was twenty-four years old
When I met the woman I would call my own
Twenty-two grand kids now growing old
In that house that your brother bought
(Love Fred Sharon, hate Ed Sheeran)
I'm Fred Sharon, I'm out to love you
(Love Fred Sharon, hate Ed Sheeran)
But I'm Fred Sharon so I'm out to hate
introduced the oceans to the earth
Well whoever made the snowflakes
Made shadows where doubts lurk
I suspect an artist is at work
I know when an artist
values
When you associate with secular artists in the R&B hip-hop world
Here he comes
I cannot believe the controversy shrowding this man
Mr.
Tune me in to the wild side of life
I'm an innocent young child sharp as a knife
Take me to the garretts where the artists have died
Show me
The millions get wired, them Benny hunnids still go in pocket
I party with Ed Sheeran, my homies still hold the rocket
'Cause I'm so hood, it don't make no
Tune me in to the wild side of life
I'm an innocent young child sharp as a knife
Take me to the garretts where the artists have died
Show me
, re-e-e-ed)
Losing him was blue like I'd never known (re-e-e-ed, re-e-e-ed)
Missing him was dark grey, all alone (re-e-e-ed, re-e-e-ed)
Forgetting him was
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
on the mountain side
Hear a coyote whinin' for it's mate
Cactus plants are bloomin', sagebrush every where
Granite spires are standin' all around
I tell you
the image of Alberta
The side street near Chicago
The grim beauty of Toronto
He is an artist
He is an artist
He is an artist painting sistine
the image of Alberta
The side street near Chicago
The grim beauty of Toronto
He is an artist
He is an artist
He is an artist painting Sistine
It doesn't matter which radio station I'm on
Every hour has its own Ed Sheeran song
It's really good to know he loves the shape of me
But I just want
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