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room
But you've added poison to the flood
And all of our safe words have been used

I'll get by on this thread of light
Fly to Los Angeles on a jet plane

I couldn't think of the words to say
So I made them up
I made them up
I made you up

I never had nothing else in mind
You were only mine
Yeah, you

what I know is true
I'll take my time to make sure every word is pure
I'll look closely to make sure that it's all right
Love is poison that has never

throwing stones
oh, don't ya know
like a razor, you cut me deeper than you know
the words you use are poison
they kill me one by one
slowly inflicting wounds

the courts decide fuck
Uh slip up then I sit up
With my abdomen no pushup
By a cliff I will not push my
Myself over I live up
Drugs were magic for emotion
But

slick & very sharp so rappers rapidly shrink
My words they actually Sting
With that ‘Message in the Bottle’ that I graphically bring to all these rappers

by, humming with the choir

Poison in our words
Poison in our minds
Gold under the mud
Let's dig in our hearts

too close yeah I know
Pitched black my days gone by leave me
Out here like a old wrack
Playback of her
Words come through
Like poison
Got me hopeless

Baby your poison, don't deny the fact
That I have chosen to stay with you
Even when I know its wrong
You're like a drug that
I can't shake off cause

My whole life
Ends by a glass of wine
And I feel how the poison takes my kingdom
Think your last words
Cause I will be back
Blindfolded I
Threw myself

boggle
Blocks get rocked by the poison food
Man with the mask in a Croydon zoo
Leave man soaked blastoise at you
Got no love for the boys in blue
Love for

shall hurt the little Wren
Shall never be beloved by Men
He who the Ox to wrath has moved
Shall never be by Woman loved
The wanton Boy that kills the Fly

No one ever saw the house
Through the pine trees on the belt
Only Alice starin' out
No one ever saw me out
In the junkyard by myself
Only Alice

If by Chance

Patti LaBelle

Flame

1997

If by chance I see your face
I'll be dazzled by the magic in your eyes

They look so sweet, yes, they do
If by chance we should happen to meet

I'm alone
In a cozy dreamy land
Side by side together we've grown
Standin' hand in hand
And now I've lost all my wheels
And now I know how it feels

This that legendary status
Made in Magic City
Hardest working in the room
My schedule getting busy
Think I'm talking
Nah fa real we getting

life is like a pigsty
Oh word
Hit the seven seas
Pussy so wet when she notice me
We was fuckin round, tryna keep it lowkey
She got experience, so I call

Sunday at the
Orange Grove Stand
They don't play grunge and
They don't play loud
It's the magic of the music
That still draws a crowd

Well, the word goes

Words get broken
Cut me open
Love confound me
Kill me quickly
Breathe out breathe in
Throw me living
Off the deep end
While I'm sleeping

Overrated

Mika

The Origin of Love

2012

Words get broken
Cut me open
Love confound me
Kill me quickly
Breathe out breathe in
Throw me living
Off the deep end
While I'm sleeping

chains a ať svítěj jako blesk bitch
Nikdy si neměl chance ale chtěl by si bejt boss bitch

BG$ jo magic
Nikdo neni safe
BG$ amazing
Naplníme sejf
BG$ jsou

vaše slova jsou jak poison
Chci mít dvě stě chains a ať svítěj jako blesk, bitch
Nikdy jsi neměl chance, ale chtěl by jsi bejt boss bitch

BG$, jo,

and stuff down the poison
He spits on you and rip of his limbs and
Crack the spell he has given you
You will get murdered by your own God
You will get

a reflection of your heart. That words alone could never capture. When I write a Christmas song, it is almost always born from a moment in my life, inspired by