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accepted everyone? Give me you're tired, you're poor, you're huddled masses yearning Give me you're tired, you're poor, you're huddled masses yearning
side I'm where I wanna be The visions that I see I wonder what it's like When things just feel so right I fought, I struggled I cried, I huddled But I
on and dig this huddled crew Jump on into the family groove This d-dance we do is too-t-too-t cold for you Come on and dig this huddled crew Jump on into
the chill seeps in your soul How we huddled round that little pot stove That burned oily rags and coal The fireman Paddy works with me On the engine
the chill seeps in your soul How we huddled round that little pot stove That burned oily rags and coal The fireman Paddy works with me On the engine
When the roof is caving in And the water starts to pour When you're huddled on the tile floor Asking what do I do this for Try to remember In
Yeah we finna pour up I'll pour a deuce in a double cup You late with my money bitch double up Got them killas with me and they huddled up waiting
in a bar room, Lord Turnin' them songs into two-by-fours Dreamin' 'bout the day that I'm sittin' by the fire Huddled with my honey in her Country
Bless the losers Gods lost children The drunks the fools The ones that never do win Huddled with their backs Turned to the cold wind
huddled in a treehouse and pattered like the rain Her eyes were heather grey Being swept into her world While we shared our memories It relieved me to know
huddled watching thee And ages past, ages hence Pages turned carefully Ages past, ages hence Pages turned carefully What picked smile has touched
They keep things safe here for everyone The Sinners, Saints, and Fools The poor and huddled masses Who are hungry and afraid You gotta do it by
They keep things safe here for everyone You Sinners, Saints, and Fools The poor and huddled masses Who are hungry and afraid You gotta do it by
and nice And make a moron out of you Walking a bridge on weakening cables Huddled up in fear and hate because we know our fate And it's a lot to put
was for the huddled masses yearning to breathe free We closed so many doors and banned the prayers on many scenes America, what happened to the promise
no gas in the crib we was huddled up Late nights wit a bitch I was cuddled up We ain’t goin back and fourth on no dumb shit, you was trynna steal
the switch pull them in and hold them tight Swept up by my wave, the souls could not escape Huddled and shapeless, they lost their sense of one And the cores
Ancient castles on climbing cliffs Summoned by the sea Windswept shores and crashing waves Rages furiously Twisting trees old and true Stand huddled
asleep while we're still talking) Huddled in blankets on the floor (sleeping bags zipped against the cold) Huddled in blankets on the floor Sleeping
pet (pa dumb pa dum) I want to be huddled and cuddled as close to you as I can get (That's the lesson we're guessin' you're best in) Mm, teacher's
pet (pa dumb pa dum) I want to be huddled and cuddled as close to you as I can get (That's the lesson we're guessin' you're best in) Mm, teacher's
your poor, your tired, your huddled masses And all who long to be free For I am the least of the brethren And if there's room enough for me There's room
here it comes Here it comes, here it comes Here it comes, here it comes In the endless hallway Huddled here Awaiting fate It's come inside I
And I believed everything you said Every paragraph and every word I read Calling into question everything that I believe in Huddled with the masses
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