a 25 to lifer They'll stab you at Folsom then fuck you on Rikers And Life Goes On Now back to the coward of the hour who lied and said he write my songs
a 25 to lifer They will stab you then ?? then fuck you on Rikers And Life Goes On Now back to the coward of the hour who lied and said he write my songs
be very sad Misery coming over me, I'm thinking about Going blind and don't want to see. Shift around this one-song town Like a sparrow with a broken wing
on my wings to you So dance around the sun until I take my weakest breath In all that I embrace watch over me, surround my face with love, love, love
such silly songs And the difference never know Shelter me oh genius words Just give me strength Just to pen these things And give me peace to well her wings
a 25 to lifer They will stab you then ??? then fuck you on Rikers And Life Goes On Now back to the coward of the hour who lied and said he write my songs
wake up and smear on her make up She's dressed to kill, no heart behind her A-cup Silly girl from upstate, I could have loved her No surprise ties severed
floats And these folks decide to crush her wings until there permanently broke She rides gusts of wind just by the way she spoke She crys but loves to sing songs
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The Story Of The Hare Who Lost His Spectacles This is the story of the hare who lost his spectacles. Owl loved to rest quietly whilst no one was watching
I believe is only mine Busy holding on So the roof don't fly Keep you from moving on So get it right Turn the tide over Like a love song Like a butterfly