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lynch mobs in the city 
Ain't no mystery to that 
First newspaper for blacks 
But they had to shut it down cause he spoke to many facts 
Who was that
of me, and I don't wanna see you go
My heart's a newspaper and you are my headline
Cause I really really really wanna get you off my mind
I really really
heart
No pain that
Mi mind parts
Ahwhoa
Flame hot
(Sexy bad!)
Pull up no favors
(Sexy bad!)
Headline newspapers
Love how you thick and a whine dung your
the end, I don't want you
I don't know if your words are beautiful
If we'll burn (Like old newspaper) and die
I don't know if you make me beautiful
In
the newspapers too, brothers
I read the newspapers too
Saw the redtops report how we gotta deport
All them Poles or there's no jobs for you

Rivers of blood never
Newspapers from the war
I don't need you anymore
I get the feeling you're gone
Why don't you walk out that door
I'm ready for
Guess I'm
Livin' alone
The newspaper's gonna lose it
The TV's talking too slick
Truth just seems inconvenient
Words are changing their meaning
Makes more sense than
ਕਹਿਣ ਨੂੰ ਤਾਂ ਗੱਲਾਂ ਮੇਰੇ ਕੋਲ ਬੜੀਆਂ
ਏਨੀਆਂ  ਵੀ ਚੰਗੀਆਂ ਨਹੀ ਵੇ ਚੰਨਾ ਅੱਡਿਆਂ
ਏਨੀਆਂ  ਵੀ ਚੰਗੀਆਂ ਨਹੀ ਵੇ ਚੰਨਾ ਅੱਡਿਆਂ

ਰਿਹਨਾ ਆਏ newspaper ਤੂੰ ਪੜ੍ਹਦਾ
ਕਦੇ ਤਾਂ ਤੂੰ ਦੇਖ
When I'm underwater and I'm causing a commotion
I know I'm not a man
I know I'm not a man
I'm a fish
I read a newspaper the other day and I saw
got Paper
Black youngsta
Worry bout yours
Or a black youngsta
In the newspaper
No hand outs I don’t give favors
No
No handouts I don’t give favors
Chain
Brick by brick
It's all falling down
The newspapers scream
And the television lies
That nothing's all right
Everybody’s gonna die
Everything’s in
cutting ye fucks
I gotta couple of nuts and screws loose, doubled up new news to the newspaper
You're nothing but truth-haters
One more
Irish fucker from
Gettin ready, G G Gettin ready  

Gettin ready for the newspapers
Cause I took my lady as an undertaker 
faces facing and now surfacing 
For the gods
A bunch of flowers on a country lane
A photograph wrapped in cellophane
The newspapers called her Mary Jane
The girl with no name
A candle burning in
a day selling newspapers
My best 20 bucks
Not bad, when you're 10 and 11, 20 bucks is great
But how bout when you're 14, 18, 22
Ya gotta have a bigger
I felt the pages turn, the newspaper's all wet and soggy
Grey Monday morning with my cigarette and cup of coffee
Then you were walking
With a full
The milk bottle noise and the girls and the boys
And the newspaper landing for all to enjoy
In a morning symphony
The birds sing a song and the dog barks
don't even know
To go home, and throw it all away
The quiet man opens the newspaper
The headlines read, "He strikes again"
He grits his teeth and clenches
What they're worth anymore
She made the fifth side of the newspaper 
The second in a week to make the page 
She wasn't old enough to drive
Though it
making all these songs I ain't ashamed to admit it
But i just needed me a place that I could

Rose tinted glasses
Yearbooks with my name
Newspaper articles
name
exploding semi truck blurred your face with flame... 

you met Jane four years ago today
dancing at some vomit-stained frat party.
Her newspaper
The Herald the Times
delivered to me and you
I read it all in letters ten foot tall
The news of the newspaper writing on the toilet walls

Siamese twins in
grow to glasses
Small world, dimly seen through cataracts
Your program, newspaper
So they say
Rumour spread by word of mouth, jump onto the escalator
in the Baltimore daily newspaper
miracles really happen that way
now you know me much better than any
and that is why I can call you my friend
call

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