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Save Me San Francisco

Train

Save Me, San Francisco

2009

to catch some sun
They left me with these blisters on my skin
Don't know what I was on,
But I think it grows in Oregon,
So I kept on goin' going on right

It may be far away it may be close beside
One day you suddenly come to realize
That these blisters on you're mind
They must have dried out in the sun

In the Valley of the Sun

Moistboyz

Moistboyz III

canteen
My bones are laughing at me
You can call me well done
Nothin's rusting my guns
In the the valley of the sun

The river stopped flowin' just

Done Deal

Murs

The End of the Beginning

2003

blister my vision
But I've enlisted my mind for the full mission
Not bullshittin' on a stoop with a stool pigeon
Talkin' about "What'chu gonna do in

small, no larger than blisters
in a prison of wire and cotton

It's time we let them go free

They longed to dance and play sports or just bounce around

I walk beside the sun
In a glorious light
Without any burn
No blister on my might ... Burying my fears and sights

Straight, cs I walk ahead
I feel

And painted with his heart of songs
The sun and wind just tags along
And everyone who passes by
Will never know the reason why
He choose to kick the dusty road

Another drop of sweat falls down his brow
How many working hours till the sun goes down
The blisters on his calloused hands, break
His family waits

enough
To cut this world into the sized place they will only ever have to interact with themselves in
Like they are at home or something
People driven by

In the hour glass sands I wrote my name to see it vanish over time
Left the grind when it felt like an assembly line
Despised the notion of just

all around you
Blisters in your hands

I don't hear you calling
Now I'm rising way to high
See your lips are moving
My wings are working fine

Watch me,

You know we're better than you
You see were tried and true
You'll never be us man
We got a mission to be grand
By having fun in the sun
While you're

in-line, i'm not a fishing rod
Don't lie to yourself, read your polygraph
Don't in-prison your mind! Alcatraz
Blow your own trumpet! modern jazz
And forecast

Gather brothers, gather sisters
Soothe your blisters by the fire
Though our bones may ache and groan
We know our spirit's never tire

Duende

Delerium

Karma

1997

Bleak desolation In a beam of Sun Scraping as I crawl (Your heart
can't
hear me)
Tearing bruising fall (Your hands can't hear me)
Thirsting

Duende [Bleak Desolation Mix]

Delerium

Karma [UK Enhanced]

1997

Bleak desolation In a beam of Sun Scraping as I crawl (Your heart can't hear me)
Tearing bruising fall (Your hands can't hear me)
Thirsting raging

calligraphy
Spilt blood, the first love
Warm sun, warm spirits
I had a vision of my grandmother
Prepping stew in the green apron now treasured by my mother

tattoos
Were looking kinda wild
When the sun stopped in
He'd heard she was in a pinch
He said he would give a mile
If she would take and inch

Let's binge

Me, I'm a man
Confused by love, sex, hate, pain's
Illusions and a new damned
Victim in the shine
Swallows the light
And spit to the sun
Can't feed

from your dreams by a goddess
I'm persistent as sun light
I'm felt like rain
My diligence dumb bright
They tell me one thousand fall at your side
Ten

it cool, cruise around
Just spent a week in Costa Ric
By the beach
Pura vida
But I got some blisters on my feet
En la Ida, con la nena
Fancy cheese,

Gather brothers, gather sisters
Soothe your blisters by the fire
Though our bones may ache and groan
We know our spirit's never tire

of tears
Now I'm torn
Now Im torn in two
My body moves in the opposite direction
Ive been beheaded
Ive been unthreaded
Red and blue yarn
Unravelled by

job that you get will
Be the bile left behind
By us whites and we'll pay you
In pennies to be patronizing
Yeah, run into that future
Knowing your skin