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the winter comes    
Sleep until the spring
When everything unfolds and we begin again

Hold tight my love
With all your might my love

I am a frail

Crippled City

I am the book you stole in the library
Write a new chapter of violence into me:
Brutal agression in dark empty streets
Cheering

Oh the days go by so slowAnd lovers sighFrom here to TokyoAnd if you’re talking to yourself right nowYou’re probably aloneSo am II guess that’s nice

the church 
By the Am... you up in the dirt 
Cause When 9 drop a 30 pack 
Mob ties niggaz get whacked
On word... you getting clap
Jay z... niggaz fade to black

addiction, look how it serves me

I am one with my love now
So drink me

Sweet dreams are made of this
Who am I to disagree?
I travel the world and the seven seas
Everybody's looking for something. 

Some of them want

Although they be not nigh.

Thus deare damzelle I do give
Good night and so am gone:
With your hartes desires long live,
Still joy, and never mone.
Lulla

Go away
Leave me alone
You're bound by shackles
To your throne

You're fighting without armor
For sins you can't atone
I am so far gone
I have to do

Go outside I've been hungry for a while
It's 3 a.m. we're going Mapo dumplings style
Vendors are loud clogged by anonymous crowds
Get on the red line

I am not the one you claim
That has been troubled maimed and beaten down
By your undertow
Silence talks it tells tails
Of your cues and sanctions

Go outside I've been hungry for a while
It's 3 am we're going Mapo Dumplings style
Vendors are loud clogged by anonymous crowds
Get on the red line

If music be the food of love,
sing on till I am fill'd with joy
for then my list'ning soul you move
to pleasures that can never cloy.
Your eyes, your

What am I to think if I don't really know what's here 
When you're on the brink everything seems so unclear 

Just take me away, now 
Way out 

Take

I am no longer whom you claim me to be
He only lives in your memory as a ghost with no recollection of shared history

You're already dead to me

I

The seeds that I sowed 
Manifested into what I am celebrating
You were working overtime on my behalf
The tears, the pain, the sleepless nights
Were all worth

She's Gone. She's Dead 
What'cha gonna do? 
What'cha goin' thru?
What'cha gonna say? 
You gotta tell me straight! 

It's 7 AM, by her grave stone now

vacilando en la misma esquina
que me ve surgir

You are my queen 
i am your king
you are my love
my everything
you make me feel
that i can fly 
into the sky ,

Do you tired of burning by yourself,
Don't you wanna hurt somebody else.
Why you always keeping it inside,
Just a scrambling soul without a sight.

This field
Burned out.
This Flowers Burn by Rain.
I am must escape this time.
But I never forget about you.
My scissors across your throat.
You are

we're both afraid I am with you all along
As we cut through a park where an old man strums a song
Of a love that thought him lost and went her way with no

Oh no, oh no
I can hear the church organ play
Can you hear the children sing
Am I in danger now
Don't mind, don't care
We can't hear a word that you

still turns to stone

With the spirit of ’79, babe
Still ringing in our ears
Am I all alone now?
Surrounded by my fears

Seven million Syrians
Don’t need

Collapsed laughter running, falling, drifting, across the mine field of your thoughts dissolved, wondering: "Who am I? Why should I be alone, alone?"

the ocean

I wanna grow olives
By the water and the mountains
vision is
When you bike through a mountain village
When you feel thin in the afternoon sun