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walls Loosen your lips Slacken that jaw It's gonna take a claw hammer Oh my Lord Look at us fools Being used We're totally dumb, surprised
how it's soundin' When I see em slacken I can't be around it I handle my shit I got no other option Look at me now, who talking now? Who want
must never end or slacken Never slacken, never slacken I follow but maybe you'll correct me I wish you'd never met me I am your gentle man I
and slacken your mizzen, And bring your ship under our lee, aye, Or we will give to you a full cannon ball, Cannon ball, cannon ball, cannon ball, aye, And all
The sound of the rain that fallen it does think me to an old metronome I have record the noise of a thunder and i have slacken it with a matematics
to maintain my two brothers and me To maintain my two brothers and me Come lower your top sail and slacken your mizen And bring your ship under our lead aye
here are hard times If we hold on we might Be fine Your grip it slackens I don't know If I hold on Will we both go Down in the deep dark dark Livin our
reign slackens Your dawn calls The illusion of choice The one-eyed leading the leading the blind Brothers spilling brother's blood A slave to power,
(falalalala lalalala) You better do what I say before I go crazy (falalalala lalalala) If I hear you laughing, I'll know you're slacken I'll be snapping if
a tiny rumble, the celloist solos The sky blackens and the bass string slackens and they stand statuesquely Then they giggle and they wiggle through
the non-existent soul of John Smith Walk the creature let it run but slacken not the rope to which it's bound Ships in bottles cannot sail and neither can
stall I get some drinks from Glackens, and when the crowd slackens I stop drinking and then I start thinking about Days in the past when Derek X was
You take your white finger Slide the nail under the top and bottom buttons of my blazer Relax the fraying wool, slacken ties and I'm Not to look
stall I get some drinks from Glackens, and when the crowd slackens I stop drinking and then I start thinking about Days in the past when Derek X was
You take your white finger Slide the nail under the top and bottom buttons of my blazer Relax the fraying wool, slacken ties And I'm not to look
a car stall I guess I'm great, from blackness, and when the crowd slackens I stop drinking, and then I start thinking About days in the past when Derek X
are poisoned darts of pleasure Die Yes, she's in her black mood tonight Watch her dye your black hair right Love you of you, all muscles slacken
You take your white finger Slide the nail under the top and bottom Buttons of my blazer Relax the fraying wool, slacken ties And I'm not to look
You take your white finger Slide the nail under the top and bottom buttons of my blazer Relax the fraying wool, slacken ties and I'm Not to look
You take your white finger Slide the nail under the top and bottom buttons of my blazer Relax the fraying wool, slacken ties And I'm not to look
in the training schools And on the assembly line If a thousand men leave a thousand jobs To go and fight the foe Our factory wheels would slacken their
a tiny rumble, the celloist solos The sky blackens and the bass string slackens and they stand statuesquely Then they giggle and they wiggle through
up nigga, handle business and boss up Ain't no slacken or slippin', perpetratin' or sharp cuts The spirit of love, puttin' near work on the grind
on the field. Just like that race you could slacken your pace Fall in sin and be left behind Or dig down deep for the will to compete And hear the Father say,
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