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Michael Jackson

I Love MJ Forever

2010

right and trouble on my other hand
Life is a tight rope I'm dyin' the balance in
And by the end hopefully I be the balance-man
A simple dude who can exude

House for Everyone

Traffic

Heaven Is in Your Mind

1967

My bed is made of candy floss, the house is made of cheese
It's lit by lots of glow-worms; if I'm wrong correct me please. 
The village is a pop-up

Dear Diary

Akinyele

Vagina Diner

1993

straighten up those who be slacking up 
In other words I'm not a film director 
So don't come over here acting up 
You know just who I AM 
This ain't the DAMN

Wooden Ships

Stephen Stills

Live

1975

If you smile at me, I will understand
'Cause that is something
Everybody everywhere does in the same language

I can see by your coat
You're

Escape from Robot Island

MC Lars

Radio Pet Fencing

2004

haven't you heard? 
Call me a stupid-ass white boy, flip me the bird? 
I want to smack you right now in the face, 
But they're locked on me, stalking

The house is rickety and dark
Like some kind of old camp cabin
I appear in the hallway
Lighted only by a single hanging bulb
It smells wet

of died down smokes, passed away breathes
I am hugging the lampposts one by one
For show mercy the birds and love them
Murmuring some meanless words
For

c flock of birds ascends
cs the dreamer awakes.
I behold without breath
c world ablaze.

The wooden halls stand in flames.
The mountain fortress

c flock of birds ascends
cs the dreamer awakes.
I behold without breath
c world ablaze.

The wooden halls stand in flames.
The mountain fortress

There's a house somewhere in a small town
A quiet place and the only thing you'll hear is bird sounds
A wooden front door and the table set for four

see each other again
Tomorrow maybe
I wish that I was there
And then it starts to rain
I'm feeling blinded by the clouds above my head
I'm feeling

a swim in your blue eyes

What is love but a life on the cross, I'm hanging out to dry

Give me a wooden boat and a handful of gold
I'll give it

stories and glory
And while the others run away by free
Will or by real necessity
And i stay here
Proud of my land i stay here
Proud of my land I stay here

Calculate the dark empyrean I owe you one I owe you one Never learnt to multiply 
Toxic birds on wooden hills Broken backs and weird old thrills Force between

Sayers
Before Maguire took his first needle
Yo, we been looking fly and faucet fiends
In corners in the bird fetal -
Positioning I know you hear
Me but not

to go relearn to play
There goes those three little birds again and I heard them say

Ay yo
The grass is greener on the other side
Ay
The grass is greener

It's never open
I've locked it in a little wooden box
I never knew what I should to with it

I cross my fingers
And in my dreams I pray someone will

Yeah
Let's take it down south
This one's going out to all the city boys
I grew up overshadowed by vast nooks
Couldn't catch the eye of no city girl

and held captive while we're pacified

Neutralized as threats
By having us at each others necks
Never stop to check just how blessed we would be
If we were

hot, me mate forgot
And got me cider extra dry (baby)
And we watched the birdies in the sky

Birds in the sky, you passin' by
When I'm with you,

eyes
I hang with positive people
My friends and I respect each other

All is change
I love the clear blue skies
And the sunny days
I always make the best

what was on the other side
Of that door should have made me turn back then
But I haven't got the heart to not
Soldier it on through adversity
I'm from

don't give a fuck that he paid
I don't give a fuck how much he weigh
Niggas die every fuckin' day
Broad daylight, hit a nigga with the K
By myself, I

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