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man of cave, sadness of human wave. Spread by millions trees and stars, spread by millions years and scars, how many paths, many hearts have they
Hoog look Imma keep it blunt dude On a track Imma do what a blunt do burn Burn when I come through I can do I can do what I want to dare Devil how I
The wind was a torrent of darkness Among the gusty trees The moon was a ghostly galleon Tossed upon the cloudy seas The road was a ribbon
The wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon the cloudy seas The road was a ribbon
(Do it again Laj World) It's a moon dance, now we're showered by the light now Fly in the sky man, higher than a kite now And I swear, I'm alright
than E or PMD did (Ha!) Word like so many hoochies on my penis By the time I'm twenty-nine I have more Suns than Phoenix Watch the man bust, pose for
by one snitch you let in your midst Walking the tight rope hit the wrong note and you slip Now they singing to the pigs, loose lips sinking ships But
think of two young lovers running wild and free I close my eyes and sometimes see You in the shadows of this smoke-filled room No telling how many tears
of two young lovers running wild and free I close my eyes and sometimes see You in the shadows of this smoke-filled room No telling how many tears I've sat
think of two young lovers, running wild and free I close my eyes, and sometimes see You in the shadows, of this smoke filled room No telling how many
think of two young lovers running wild and free I close my eyes and sometimes see You in the shadows of this smoke-filled room No telling how many tears
of two young lovers running wild and free I close my eyes and sometimes see You in the shadows of this smoke-filled room No telling how many tears I've sat
anyone lived in a pretty how town (with up so floating many bells down) spring summer autumn winter he sang his didn't he danced his did. Women
anyone lived in a pretty how town (with up so floating many bells down) spring summer autumn winter he sang his didn't he danced his did. Women
Hope the sun doesn't wake me up from my dream I remember that night I didn't know how to feel But I took the risk and made myself a deal Took her by
seems too simple to be true You said, If there's wonders in the daylight Then I wonder what happens under the moon How many stars fall and where do they
of this kool-aid Gat soldiers right by me when I lay to rest That's in the word, in this world You will go through many trials And I've had my fair share
at Suburbia and Cheap homes Wish you'd see some sea foam And sallies by the seashore But you can't have that No oceanic view the stones look back at you We
to count? Too many years to count And we waited for the sirens that never come And we only write by the moon Every word handwritten And to ease the loss
The wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon the cloudy seas The road was a ribbon
The wind was a torrent of darkness Among the gusty trees The moon was a ghostly galleon Tossed upon the cloudy seas The road was a ribbon
but a lot I can't change I'm willing to take it too far, way out your range I'm way too gone See with how many eyes Got one It comes to no surprise
The wind was a torrent of darkness Among the gusty trees The moon was a ghostly galleon Tossed upon cloudy seas And the road was a ribbon
you cross over the border Traveling man Freedom is your journey Traveling man She's right by your side Traveling man How many borders will you cross
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