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story,

Just don't leave here with all that is known

Get a room of your own! 

Own, a room of your own!

Lyrics: TJ crmand 
Music: TJ crmand, Mark Berman

that
You know I got the crown
Never given it back

V2
Stretch marks, cellulite, they all tell story,
A journey of resilience, a path to the glory.
won't

Stepping onto the stage
They call me Replay, 'bout to engage
Story to tell, I'm the Shadow Sage
Act II in my Script, turned the Page
Expelled me,

have on
White collar, blue collar, it's vile linen (sad)
When I went to Mexico they called me John Lennon
Even though he's been d-d-dead for a minute

In the arms of a river not flowing water but beads of life
I am sung like some old story wishing to rise from pages rife
With marks and bruises,

behind a screen
Swipin' away like an American Express, green
Nah man I find that shit boring
I wanna be able to tell my grandkids a story
About the stunt I

and bought some diamond teeth
I'm goin get six story house on a beach
I think bro billy mays left a stain look like bleach
Lemme see if this bitch really

We've crushed all the obstacles, cleared all the smogs!
Born in strife, shaped by transgressions
Stand witness to our story, 'cause we're gonna be

Don't be fooled by the pink
She is not playing dolls
She is stalking the halls
For the thrill of the kill
Every person in school
Is aware of her

symbols,
the Golden Age of Massacre
and her track-marks of success

Fervid stories sell faith in blood and steel
Sharpened in Ireland and primed for '03

Televise a revolution
X marks the spot were Shabazz had solution
No suicide, Huey Newton
The pigs say it was, but you know they just polluting
The airwaves

Keep On

Outsidaz

The Bricks

2001

the stretch
Ballin' like the Nets, like ten pass ya marks on my net
Woman love me, wantin' lust for me like people do money
They hungry, I might start livin'

Tragic Turn of Events/Move Pen Move

Dan Mangan

Roboteering

Used to anticipate the sign of the coming day
And all through winter's decay, you just mark the way
We worry what people'd say if we up and walked

marks the spot I pray we never cross
Drug dealer thoughts inspired by Raw Report
Unruly Italian Cut suits I'm such a mulli
Ferrari with the bubble

captains of industry
I've got them all smoking bifters by the third tee
I use to practice golf in my back yard
And if you mess with me I would mark your card

on the corner by my crib
Lit one in the middle, then I slid him the pack
'Cause he going through it
Knew the story before he said it
Bet it all on a feeling

on the corner by my crib
Lit one in the middle, then I slid him the pack
'Cause he going through it
Knew the story before he said it
Bet it all on a feeling

May the mark you make
Be somewhere above you
And gain in wonderful ways
Plain and clean
Clean as nothing you have made
As the starlight starts

Someone Else
written by Mark Spiro, Ruby Spiro and Gia Sky

Sorry I'm late traffic 
Blew every light for you 
Baby its been madness 
Trying to get

on the mark of treble rematch 
Course lost to retract 

Funny alphabet brought 
ignorance for the culture ! 

Nature would have been fucked 
Time came to rescue

an abyss
My family isn't well that's why I couldn't get a grip
It ain't no saving by the bell like I don't want your fucking tip
Like I got stories I can

(I thought I'd have)
Through a story
I was placed by mistake
(Or did fate made me late?)
Marked me tattoos
Full of heartaches
A permanent mark you

they all just ignored me,
I've done my best to forget that, 
Now back to the story,
Losing my mind as every second went by and i exploded into a space

The Bewlay Brothers

Replicants

Replicants

1996

And so the story goes
They wore the clothes
They said the things
To make it seem improbable
The whale of a lie
Like they hope it was