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above
I'm not afraid of the real you
Of all the things and places
All the similar faces
All I ever see is you
I wake up flying by
Touch down got no reply

You Came Back

Pete Townshend

Scoop [2 CD]

1983

Things have fallen into place, putting names on every face
Remember being dead and alive
What could be the key? Am I crazy as I seem?
Can I believe what I

santijoie
From the start we been in it boy
Main aim carrying the torch a little farther
While maintaining the flame ignited by my father
I'm on my veteran

change that
(C Notes by the layers, true fucking players)
(C Notes by the layers, true fucking players)
(C Notes by the layers, true fucking players)
(C

Pigeons have what?
(Wings!)
Nah
Pigeons have what?
(Teeth!)
Let's go!
My countryside was stomped out by Air Max 95s
My countryside was stomped out by

behind
Retrieves and frees my fawning
Sets in motion odder things I visualise
Not legal but rewarding
Every time I sit and talk I see the light
Frees me

down my guard
Usually a new fall is the hardest fall by far
Almost feels wasted
But I fake it till I make it
It's all too real
Almost feels like I can

holy
Shukran creator
For every single thing
Every little thing
Every atom yes
Ain't no lie about this
I'm waking up
Enjoying life yeah
Ain't no lie about

up and be okay
Why do I get hung up on every little thing you say
Why can't I focus on anything that I do
Why do I always have to think about you
Yeah

Every little thing reminds me of you
And I've tried to move on
But when I saw you walk by
I wanted you
What we had, what we had a long time ago
I

always missing
Love and affection from their parents ain't existing
The nanny always trippin, they hungry in the kitchen
Little babies growing up with no

I let slip by
And I've grown too detached to try
She keeps asking me
Why the long face? Every day you grow colder
Every question is answered with

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Yes 
You too 
Can claim reparations 40 acres and a mule
Every little bit goes a long way 
In

have a bad day
I hope you have a bad day
I know you don't appreciate
All the little things that make life great
Go on and have a bad day
I hope you leave

of a midsummer's morn
Surely we sing of no little thing
In oak and ash and thorn
Ellum she hates mankind and waits
Till every gust be laid
To drop a limb on the head

up in your rearview
And the little thing will grab you by the heel
And I've seen you
Bathing in the sink, like a baby
And I've seen you
Singin' in

through the storm

But the years flew by like shooting stars
All I did was blink I don't know you anymore
Two little fires even heaven couldn't put out
I

And imprint it in my brain alongside every inch of your face

She had to escape the city lights 
But maybe it wasn't by choice
Can't blame her getting tired

And how it's just made up of all the little things
Late nights and a couple memes, more than diamond rings
It's more of what we do than who we say we are

bleed
And my lungs is growing tight I need to breath 
Breath, breath

Plagues repeating history hellbound by misery 
They can lock your body your spirit

We keep it turned up
Every single day
We do it for the Bay
BankRoll stay swole like every single day
We do it for the bay
Hot like all season
Drops

Ugh
Hey yo, the pen hit the pad after I hit me a dab
Always up in the lab, homie just add up the math
I'm made to rock the mic every day of my life

Everybody's fucking every day
If it's not you then it's gonna be me
Everybody fucks in every way
So come on let's get to fucking let's fuck today

Artificial Means

Christine Lavin

Future Fossils

1984

smiling, Johnny is not
Every night you can hear him sing

He says, "Our love is bein' kept alive by artificial means
You've grown emotionally attached