She used to like her friends at school Now she don't consider 'em cool Just thirteen It's thirteen And on her own she is afraid She thinks of all the enemies she's made Yes on
from me I show my responsibility One world is enough, for all of us One world is enough, for all of us The third world breathes our air tomorrow We live on
Three is a magic number Ya it is, it's a magic number Somewhere in that ancient mystic trinity You'll get three As a magic number The past, the present
passed this point before. Because if character is based on the stability of words than you're fighting a losing battle. I never volunteered my shoulder to cry on
Making decisions about my life It's up to me and I start to try I can't keep running away Trust my instincts right or wrong Refusing help, try to be
Conversation uh huh Conversation uh huh huh Conversation uh huh Yeah, yeah Did it start with an obsession? Was the writing on the wall? I can see through
fuck right now {*overlapped my Cormega's first line*} [Cormega] Son I'm on a bench high eatin chicken wings and french fries A crackhead fuck spent his last bucks on
So wake up, run your lips across your fingers till you find Some scent of yourself that you can hold up high To remind yourself that you didn't die On
Not with the lips of skin nor yet with the lips of dark snow But let the white dove sing Of the body of life of the lover whose love is complete Hold
[Not Available] [A tribute to times that once were.We decided to cover this particular] [song because it is admittedly the last Satanic song by Bathory
Won't you let me walk you home from school? Won't you let me meet you at the pool? Maybe Friday I can get tickets for the dance And I'll take you Won
are on my mind With his comrades down beside him On that brutal day Those three are on my mind There lies young James in his final pain Those three are on
you you can see out of your eyes Mummified mummies daddies little girl Had the operation then became an earl Once you would have kissed her gently on
But after a while I caught on I mean, I saw what they were hiring I also swiped my dance card once After an audition And on a scale of one to ten They
Turn it on, turn it on, turn it on again Turn it on, turn it on, turn it on again (I can see another face, I can see your another face) Turn it on,
Dearest love I hope this message finds you well As these endless thoughts drip from my soul Every single word secretly paints a fairytale Of when we will
it to me. Need a walk on the beach, leave it to me. An ear into which to weep, leave it to me. A shoulder on which to sleep, leave it to me. And leave
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