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The wall is high, the black barn. The babe in my arms, in her swaddling clothes. And I know soon that the sky will split. And the planets will shift. Balls of jade will drop and existence will sto
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Chorus. The devil's been calling my name. Telling me drink up the pain. Holy water, holy water. Sipping the poison in vain. Controlling all the words that I say. Holy water, holy water. Verse 1. Wakin
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I'm a collared reporter. (Gross city on the 409). But the city's been bled white. (White city on the yellow line). And the doctor orders. (Drinking 'til destruction is just a waste of time). Dri
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Amity, Amity, Amity, Amity. Amity, Amity, Amity caught stars in her arms. Hello, hello kitty happy in New York City. Amity walking like a lucky charm I'm a neon sign and I stay open all the time.
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Everybody cares, everybody understands. Yes, everybody cares about you. Yeah and whether or not you want them to It's a chemical embrace that kicks you in the head. To a pure synthetic sympathy tha
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I took a walk out to the sun. But I just, just couldn't take it. I followed a dream, it was circular. But I just, just could not fake it Step to the left, the left, the left. Step to the right, th
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Bottle up and explode over and over. Keep the troublemaker below. Put it away and check out for the day. In for a round of overexposure. The thing mother nature provides. To get up and go. Bottl
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The time has come. For me to start packing in. I'm folding the shores of my life. Into valises. I can't stand. This desert heat no more. I'm going away. I'm going away I waited too long. To ca
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God, bless America,. Land that I love. Stand beside her,. And guide her. Through the night with a light from above. From the mountains. To the prairies. To the oceans white with foam,. God, bl
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Holly came from Miami F. L. A. Hitch-hiked her way across the you. S. A. . Plucked her eyebrows on the way. Shaved her leg and then he was a she. . She says, hey babe, take a walk on the wil
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tijust cruisin. arwill smith. al. just cruisin bywilliamjay. Intro ta Maestro, nice flow. Hot like nitro,. Cool as ice though. that type o dacotamy, yall know its gotta be. who else could it be, but
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I must express the way it feels to ride all day. without a care, conversation and a coffee. I wanna talk about the good things in my life. I wanna try to be alright. I can care about the way love