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Coming up Close

'Til Tuesday

Welcome Home

1986

Coming up close
Everything sounds like welcome home
Come home, and oh, by the way

Don't you know that I could make
A dream that's barely half-awake

Welcome to my house of pain bro
Welcome to my house of pain
Welcome to my house of look yo

I've been living like a G
I've been living like a boss
I

zillionaire, polar bear wrestler, mr Donald Im the real Schwarzenegger Trump.  

DT: Youre welcome, youre so welcome. Yes Im good. Im the best, check my biceps.

streets
Where They dreams are crushed
Into angel dust
Fighting Devils
It's the angel in us
Just let Michael Angelo
Create the painting of us
Welcome

asked
For your awful little whispers
Rip at my seams, tear at my dreams
What I want is for you to just stay gone
You'll never be enough
You'll never fit

I Love You

Faith Hill

Faith

1998

eyes
'Cause by now I know that you'd feel the way that I do
And you'd whisper these words as you'd lie here by my side

I love you
Please say you

deprived
Without the teaching of peace of mind
The darkest coal in the mind
Under pressure will turn into diamond with time
I think I see her in my dreams

Gen-MA, Malawi-Made, my dream teams

(Welcome to the topic of discussion)
All about life, all about money and the fame
(Welcome to the topic of discussion)

Where trust can't see the truth..
YEAH!
Welcome to the real...

My hopes and white visions..
I feel like living a dream..
Upside down the world looks

going gnarly

Yessir

Welcome to the Hope 
Where it ain’t no hope 
Ay Parents on Dope 
Police just passed by the hood 
At least 3 times in a row
Knock

the silence I keep
I feel a ghost
Slip into my sleep
Whisper dipped into my dreams
Formed the new vision I breathe
Then I feel awoke
Czar La Rise from the reed

the trap" (it's ya boy Yo Gotti)
I have wet dreams 'bout my kitchen, I got trust issues with my bitches
Every gun inside my city, it got switches, I'm not

Down by the sea shore
It's that scarlet welcome carpet
That I fiend for
My dreams spore schemes each more
Malicious than the pre-ceding
Red skies

Warm breeze gifted by the ocean
Swaying the leaves of the palms
And here where we stand
On this golden sand
I’m feeling good with you in my arms
Cool

on mad trees
By the ocean/sun Pekinese and palm trees
M city is the land of the free 

Welcome to Monrovia
It's an itty bitty city/place where the girl dem

It Wasn't Me, It Was the Fame

EPMD

Unfinished Business

1989

whisper
"Yo P's not the same, did you see him diss you?"
I go deep into my thoughts, then I questioned my brain
It wasn't me, the money, or the fortune, it

of devotion

I am guided by her love

Her force, energy through all my being
as bold as it is warm
her breath cradles in its leading
luminous, cold
her

and sawdust
Welcome to the dog days of August
She dreams of the day
When the memory will die
Then she can stay
No more living the lie
Her dog by her side
She

"Come Back Home, Lord
Fix my marriage
Fix my home (Yes)
Fix my family (I pray)
Fix me
I welcome You in my life Oh God"
Come Back, Lord
Yes, I welcome

In these faded jeans, I find my dreams
Of days gone by and what's unseen
I chase the shadows of my youth
But time moves on, revealing truth

from causing a ripple and rift

Writing: the cheapest form of therapy
Saving my pockets' singles and dimes 
So I can buy coffee to fuel this dream

Tell your friends not to think out loud
Until they swallow
Whisper things into my brain
Your voice sounds so hollow

I am not a leader of men

Face to face
With my childhood
Creating space
Between the bad and good
Seeing now
That cannot be done

Wasting days
In abyssopelagic dreams
Waste

Well, you must come back to me again
Accept the welcome I extend
I will not let you go this time
If only in my dreams
If only in my dreams
If only in my