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Joey B. and Jaime
One and only friends
Hung down by the station
Joint coming to an end
Don't want to see a movie
They're all crap anyway
Goin' down

Jesus on the cross
And two thieves hung by his side
One of them cried save yourself
And us if you're the Christ
Then the other turned to Jesus

you again
Carrying his new orders, held his chin up high
Back in his quarters, he hung his head to cry

Couldn't sleep for the nightmares, everything

Flood of burning rubber 
I'll check my tires and soon realize it's just my wheel from the grip that my hands had
You could call me sad
But I'm not

weathered by rain
The same stranger who loves you
But never in vain

Suppose we pretend
That it's almost the end
The year could vanish at midnight
And not

Confined and restrained
The key beyond the curtain
Sewn and hung by our hands in mass delusion
We are each others slaves, standing intertwined

Crying in the chapel
Hung from the scaffolds
Quartered by the scalpels
More than a mouthful
Warpath is a habit trail
Pot shots with the devils in hell

And every time you see a fool who can’t stop when he eat
I studied the words of Agur
I think of emotions as passwords
Keeping faith is harder than asphalt

marmalade
That summer heat
That summer heat that marmalade

Reminds me of the time we hung out in my little town
You and me and a couple of the friends we

Weak like flies in God's winter garden
Look around we're hung up by the throat
Full on meat, honey and nectar
Oh my god, oh my god she knows
Oh my

of a slave 
Awfully depraved
Off in the brain 
A rebel in His eyes
Scoffing at His reign
All was mundane
Dead and alive
Hardened and vain
Until by His grace

the rain, boots got wet
You know I haven't had much fun yet
As I walk home by that lonely canal
Confused 'mid the city's swell

Eyes grew dim, night grew

this 
We kids n shit 
Who notices 
Concrete where them roses is
That's where i grew n hung around 
Life inside the underground 
The underworld I'm

The faithful love of God endures

Count it joy as you're walking through the fire
O rejoice as you're swallowed by the flood
Find your rest in the goodness

treasure
	What more could two people ever ask

Chorus:	Just me and you
	Side by side
	Against all odds
	We've held on tight
	We've made it through
	When

Saturday night
Hung by your heels
Gutted,
Draining
Of all faith and hope
Transformation
I still hold a picture In my mind
of Bernice's decapitated

the woods the knight his squire and friends
And Death said now the game shall end
The final move was made
The knight hung his head
And said you've won I've

calling give in, again, begin, again

Yes i've waited too long, how could I let you go
Held onto your hand too much, hung up all your good luck
Hold up,

every pore 
Year of the rat in a trap pigs will have their say 
But If it was up to me 
You'd all be hung 
For the suffering you never see

tombstone
Your name is on my tombstone
Your name is on my tombstone

I just saw him the other day
We hung out and discuss stuff, you know
Now he is gone
Gone

the verse like it dropped
The soap
Kill the verse
Hung by rope

Woah nah we dont wanna
Woah nah we dont wanna
Woah nah we dont wanna
We dont wanna
We don't

It hangs above my altar
Like they hung Him from a cross
I keep one in my wallet
For the times I feel lost
In a wooden frame with splinters
Where my

hung in starlight
Candlelight lawns sweep down to the river that ripples
on pebbles of turquoise
Fountains of golden light burst in quavers that float

The sun brings up another day
Near the little fishin' town
The nets are hung out in the wind
The sails are down
A seagull flies above my head