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By some Pollock I know in Evergreen Park and dip them in the potion
And drop them in Buckingham Fountain at 3:13 on Friday morning.
And then
paradise but my heart is breaking
'Cause you're not here
That's the trouble with California
Three in the morning
And I can't sleep,
And if I could
Sometimes I find it hard to breathe when I’m with you
My heart flutters and it sinks to the ocean floor
Sometimes I think I have it all put together
With hopeful heart I waited for your knock on the door
I waited but you must have lost your way
Yes, I've got heartaches by the number
Troubles by
With hopeful heart I waited for your knock on the door
I waited but you must have lost your way
Yes, I've got heartaches by the number
Troubles by
Westwards the tide
Westwards we sail on
Westwards the tide
Sail by the talisman
We approach the other side
Of the ocean with the tide
In our favor
Westwards the tide
Westwards we sail on
Westwards the tide
Sail by the talisman
We approach the other side
Of the ocean with the tide
In our favor
One, two, one, two, three, four
Ahh, ha
How many scores must you settle before you're satisfied
How many hearts must you break until you get up
the hunger and the thirst was to express himself
With everything that his heart could manage when the storms were worst
That the tears we shed were worth all
And I could tell he was lookin' for trouble
From the way that he came stompin' in
He told me to leave Shorty there by himself
Come down and wait
With hopeful heart I waited for your knock on the door
I waited but you must have lost your way
Yes, I've got heartaches by the number
Troubles by
a room that's a womb for this mess.
Sick boy, sick boy, bitten by a tick boy,
Tell me how it feels to be buried while you breathe,
Stones and sticks boy,
Special request to the mountain
The man death resurrected by dub
Special request to the ocean
The water deep and the rhythm lift up
Vibration loaded,
you)
You look so deep
You know that it humbles me,
Your by my side and troubles them don't trouble me
Many have called but the chosen Is you
Whatever
I'd sit, and think some more.
I would not be just a nothin',
My head all full of stuffin',
My heart all full of pain.
I would dance and by merry,
You are God in my day of trouble
Through it all Lord Your love won't waver
In the eye of the storm You'll be my God
Jesus Christ King over the oceans
And I could tell he was lookin' for trouble
From the way that he came stompin' in
He told me to leave Shorty there by himself
Come down and wait
Well she slipped on her shoes and she walked out the door
Goin to a party where she's never been before
Down by the ocean at the lighthouse
There's
With hopeful heart I waited for your knock on the door
I waited but you must have lost your way
Yes, I've got
Heartaches by the number, troubles
heart’s delight
Let my troubles pass me by
Drowning deep into your love
Never let me go
I want to wash with my tears your feet
Precious Lamb You are Holy
the trouble, just to try me, that's a sentence
Death wish, Death Grips, weeks in the deep web
Divin' into Tor, I came right up on a coke web
Arsonists for hire,
there
I will be by, your side
I will be by your side
I will be by your side
Fear not, I will be with you in trouble
I won’t leave you
I won’t forsake you
a three day run, bitch
Take them motherfuckin' panties off, you ain't no nun, shit
I be living in the sky every time I ride by them hoes
Ribbon in
and play
What more can I say? Welcome to LA
My nigga said he wanna fly out to get him
Some, three W's only for a three day run, bitch
Take them
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