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you see it?
Can you see it shining?
I still see that shining city
On a hill.

My country
Fought a war to be united
Six hundred thousand mothers' sons

on your palms
Too many mothers laying their sons to rest

It may be cliche, but an eye for an eye leave the whole world blind
We got to break these

on a marathon
Win by a month, I'm dying hard on another one
Son got in street violence now his mother guns
Can't replace him
Ashes in the catacombs
30 day prayer

offerings great
By guiding of a star
And shepherds heard the song which
Angels bright did sing
Giving all glory unto God for coming of this King
Which must be

While I love you dear mother, now, don't you frown,
I'll be back some day without the gray skies.
We'll have supper, together again, we'll have supper,

Damn, son, where'd you find this?
Beep, beep, beep, beep
Is that Shoki on the beat? (Frr, hah)
Ah (Hellsing), KLEAN UP KREW, 2200
Ah, ah (Reapyy,

The greatest teacher is someone you don't know
Thunder of Shango
Lightning of Ọya
Iron of Ogum, son of Obatala
I'm close with Èṣù
Some say Elegua, sweet

Like his son will be, too
Oh, why bother?
You'll just do what you do

It's the last midnight
So goodbye, all
Coming at you fast, midnight
Soon

PWITS (never)
T-T, not remits, glide with heart, man do it and mean it (I do)
Step for the K like nizz, bro jacked her son, MJ then Jean'd it (ching!)

From your jeans to your dreams, I want you here with me
Every day, if you leave, I'll be weak by the end of the week
And sometimes we don't get

the smoke
Got some shooters here with me, they strapped with the pole
And them clips make you dance when I tell 'em to blow
Told my momma don't panic I'm

Last Midnight [Movie Version]

Meryl Streep

Into the Woods [Original Soundtrack]

2014

Here, you want some more?
Listen to the roar
Giants by the score!
Well, you can blame another witch

It's the last midnight
It's the last verse

Slaughterday (The Heathen Blood of Ours)

Blut Aus Nord

Memoria Vetusta I: Fathers of the Icy Ages

Our mothers, fathers, wives and sons
In the silence of our decimate tribe, we were alive;
The brothers were alive

Our memories were on fire under

Mama Song

Ak-9INE

The Struggle

makes the average woman go insane, but you maintain
Laced her young brother on the block with some street game
Aiyyo, I never talk bad about my mother
She

Oh What a Circus

Hank Marvin

Hank Marvin and the Shadows Play the Music of Andrew Lloyd Webber and Tim Rice

1997

today

But who is this Santa Evita?
Why all this howling, hysterical sorrow?
What kind of goddess has lived among us?
How will we ever get by without

today

But who is this Santa Evita?
Why all this howling, hysterical sorrow?
What kind of goddess has lived among us?
How will we ever get by without