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Dope:] On the perfect night bitches get they panties pulled off and love it The fuckin' moon is so low you can almost touch it Bats rule the dark skies
When chimney smoke hangs still and low across the stubbled fields of snow And angry skies reach down and seize the sorry blackened bones of trees In
It's beautiful and so are you Dear Prudence, won't you come out to play? Dear Prudence, open up your eyes Dear Prudence, see the sunny skies The wind is low
Snow up on the mountains sun layn' low across the clouded sky i?ve been feeding this fire for so long the flame is gone i could second guess the storm
do or die Do you wanna riiide? In the backseat, of a caddy Chop it up, with do or die Verse one: belo Seven double oh p.m. Fly low to them
Climaxin', my bitches they be laughin' They high from sniffin' coke off a twenty-cent Andrew Jackson City lights spark a New York night Rossi and Martini sippin', Sergio Tachinni flippin' mad pies Low
Well, how come you only want tomorrow With its promise of something hard to do A real life adventure worth more than pieces of gold Blue skies above
it's beautiful and so are you dear prudence won't you come out and play? dear prudence open up your eyes dear prudence see the sunny skies the wind is low
, it's a marvelous night for a moondance With the stars up above in your eyes A fantabulous night to make romance 'Neath the cover of October skies And
Little Jenny with the big brown eyes Had a smile that could light the skies She had dreams of being a star Had dreams of going so far But you can't choose
Walking under skies, waiting for the fall Meet me at the corner shop, I'll show you it all Free you of your mind, something you won't find In the West
Walking under skies Waiting for the fall Meet me at the cornershop I'll show you it all Free you of your mind Something you wont find In the west-end
' back and forth From a window came a violin tune Angels dressed as nurses toyed with playin' cards Looters sprung from prisons filled the yard A yellow sun hung low
as low and lonely as the rain. Now let it rain. Look to the east Look to the west Look to the ground beneath your feet Look to skies Look to skies
low I'm ridin' fast across this dusty road But I don't want to be No, I don't want to be Above the ridge an eagle flies In lazy circles in the western skies
I come from a long line High and low and in between, same as you Hills of golden, hails of poison Time?s thrown me through And I believe I?ve come to