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fail

With that chance you can't be missing out
you have to open up you mouth

cmong a chorus of a million voices
that don't stop saying...


Saint Marks

and you tell it
All the time
You're one big fake
And you fucked up
My year on
Saint Marks Place
Oh my god
My face feels numb
Yo the last time
Oh my god,

live
And you tell it
All the time

You're one big fake
And you fucked up my year
on Saint Marks Place

Oh my god
My face feels numb
Yo, the last time I

of worship)
That's saint mark's!
(It isn't now -look! Oh
It's opening the gate)
What? use the megaphone!
(it's opening the gate)
I'll pop up to the airing

Potter's Field

Tom Waits

Foreign Affairs

1977

on Saint Mark's place

Hell, I'd double-cross my mother if it was whiskey that they paid
And so an early bird says Nightstick's on the hit parade
And he

B.K. Anthem

Foxy Brown

Broken Silence [Clean]

2001

Bed-Stuy's in this borough
It's full of projects, the wildest borough
Try to figure out which side is thorough
From, C.I. to Saint Marks is carryin cons

to Saint Marks
Well oh what a time
But it's gone away

The billboards and mist
They're all singing, "this land is my land"
The skyline abashed
She hides

The tongues of men couldn't bury me like them.
The saints sang out to mark my name 
And the scholars schooled my thoughts away     
The tongues of men couldn't

We hovered in the shadows of the Brandenburg Gate
I touched the crumbled wall and contemplated fate
Packed like a deck of cards in old Saint Mark's

We walked down Saint Mark’s Place
You felt instantly familiar
You came from far away
And we’d had too much tequila
A little too much gin
Here we

LA

Oh, they're hanging the tinsel in Times Square
And the traders down on Saint Mark's Place
No one answers their door
For carolers in New York

On toward some end I dont believe in
Far past saint mark's and all the people spinning
Into something of which i could never, never be a part

Into

motor preparado
humo blanco saliendo de la iglesia de Saint Mark's
una flor creciendo en el segundo peldaño
el deseo contenido en haces de estrellas que

hype
Judge me cause I'm different
This my fitness not yo interest
Speak from spirit not to vicious
Saint Mark he's on a mission
Think you understand my

yeahhhb
Pour champagne Kim K yeahhh
Every day my bitch get slayed yeahhh
Call me Saint Mark cuz I try levitate 

Take off ur bra now I put on some weight 
I

our friend
Hendershot
That's Hendershot

Sitting on a blanket near Saint Marks
is a man selling handbags he gets from
Hendershot
But he doesn't call him

The wolves are fed,
The porridge cold,
And vampires asleep
I'll hail a cab off Saint Marks
Roll down the window and breathe
I'm tired of all the fantasies

your own life with me
I had a backseat on your small street a thousand miles from saint marks place
But you're over me from my own

It's all over now
You

better Move tact
On saint marks j b like who that
Shoot that
Big lots2floxks but ya knew that
(Glah)

And ya think that ya low
But I saw Briscoe Ducking

But there was something inside
A line he couldn't cross
Why he didn't even give a damn
When everything got lost
And the snow fell down
On old Saint

from my mind
If you’re questions do I still think of you
My answers of course I do
Can’t help but think how
He aint you

We take our walks along saint

Let's just remember
That wine soaked night
On Saint Marks
I think your hair was pulled back tight
Just got your letter
I read it like a poem

il a fait chaud
j'ai sorti quelques freestyle
C'est ma faute, on plie les prod comme à saint marks
Envoie la balle quand je me démarque
Je suis un anti

get...,
They say ya finish damn near where ya started,
If thats true hit Saint Mark and park it,
Or put me in my peoples garden,
Thought wed be together til