Lyrics:
and death are linked together in one perfect shape: the egg!
The people in the crowd are nearly overcome by ecstasy when the coup de grâce is introduced:
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A Minute Without You
Well I woke up this morning
And the night had been so long
Seems that I had had my mind on you
Well the day, it has begun,
offended by this, but that's the market y'all missed
That's the target I'll hit
And that's the heart of my pitch
I wanna do this whole thing different
What
desire
He went with that old flute to play in the choir.
He went with that old flute for to play for the Mass,
But the instrument shivered and sighed,
Wybourn
Pitsmoor, Badger, Wincobank, Crookes, Walkley Broomhill, Oh!
[Candida, quoting from some book]
"I was only about eleven when this happened.
Oo-ladi-dadi-da-ah-oh
Oo-ladi-dadi-da-ah-oh
Oo-ladi-dadi-da-ah
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-oh
Early morning, boy I gotta get this cream (Whoa, whoa)
Givin' y'all
I wake up early in the morning
And it feels so good
Smoking on some shit that you wish you could
Jealousy envy, please don't feel bad
This weed is
know me, I'm your native son
I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans
I'll be gone five-hundred miles when the day is done
Dealin' card games
the arms of someone else's woman
When a loud explosion rocked the room and turned the morning into night
I jumped out of bed and ran into the street with
to know that clouds pass
I know ain't none of this easy
So I know how to give you me
When clouds come to you
I know therapy sessions should be held
in this world
I'm in love with a girl named Tyler
I'm in love with a girl
From Mississippi named Tyler
I'm in love with a girl named Tyler
I'm in love
I wake up early in the morning and it feels so good
Smoking on some shit that you wish you could
Jealousy, envy please don't feel bad
This weed is
next to their white wives
Another day in America, another bag of white rice
I just woke up this morning, February 15th
I had a dream about AR-15's,
of soapy
Water
By the girls he may protect one day from a world of
Horrible slaughter
Give me mass in the morning, the bookie's at noon
The brothel
Born among the morning sun
One August morning on the run
Nine months after all the fun that got them in this place
A farmer's boy and a preacher's
chased across country by a one-legged fool
Though he's hoppin' and he's clappin' and he shows no sign of stoppin'
I tell you boys this life is hard
to the choir, but you is mine
Good_morning, spread the curtain
You take me straight to heaven
You an Angel, you my light
You my trophy, what a wife
Happy wife,
rent it for? (bitch)
Boy you know I’m dropping loads when
I go and swerve the roads
With the rose gold, driving way back to bando
(ayy)
If 12 at the do,
this town
No one's really safe when the sun goes down
In the early morning
Dude lays on the doorstep
Ready to paint the canvas on set
Head misshapen,
contemporaries, 'specially
Since I was only born when Em was honouring 50, jump on it and they're gonna be dead meat, regarded as history
The land is scorched
Tennessee.
Half way home, we'll be there by morning
Through the Mississippi darkness
Rolling down to the sea.
And all the towns and people seem
To fade
Woke up this morning from one hell of a night
My mind all excited, just told me what's write
Time
And I know
If I gave this up once, would I let it
Battling with pain on a day to Day
Silence all the lambs I just want To pray
I miss the mass choir singing Sundays
The hymn Amazing Grace would Take
bad for wanting to have some late fun? (NO!)
I’ll prolly fix this when I’m 20, 80 years older
Or will I die an old man, still a sore loser?
I don’t know
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