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here by my side
I want to fuck away all my fear

But I have seen all that you have seen
And I have been where you have been.
No, our hands will never be

shadows
But sometimes I drive by the place you live
Just hoping I might catch you in the windows
Well, if you've known love
Then maybe you've known pain

could guess
They asked me if I knew Shatta, they said he's one of the best
My honest response ended up being twisted by the press
He understood that, so

the wonders of our time
So treasure every moment
And the love there is to find

Here in this moment i feel you from afar
As I mourn and pray standing by your

out and open your eyes
We were lookin' forward to the
Rest of our lives used to keep my picture
Posted by your bedside
Now it's in your dresser with

the moment
There's just no other way
So, thanks for the love, woah oh!
We hope that we did you proud woah oh!

I say, hey! Don't waste it away
Ho! And live for

where
We don't care say your prayers
Cos I live for the stairs
And just have a seat and a chair
I will do anything for your approval
Sever my aura, it's

In the shadows of the darkest nights
We will find your hearts and
Never let them die we will give them all the
Love they'll need to live
Give them

There was man in these lands
Rhylian the fool we used to name him, 
clso, there was a mage in the Woods, 
Feared by the peasant's and the lords

Rhy

lookin' forward for the rest of our lives
Used to keep my picture posted by your bedside
Now it's in your dresser with the socks you don't like
And now I'm

This life I live, I've always gotta stay alert 
Forgive me Lord for all the christening's and the funerals
Where I've bought it into church
I know

sells a bit of grass and hots up cars
Talks of travel never gets far
Loves his kids but left his wife
An everyday story of country life
Country life

scales and number nine
If we put our phone on flight mode, we'll be done by nine
Music pays, it's kind of aight
I still wanna shot of Miley Cy', huh

Went by our old house a little while ago
Nothing but a mailbox
And weeds were growing

Rusted red swing swaying in the breeze
Handprints in

Carry out with the recipe (yeah)
Hollywood Hills, bitch, I live by the code
That 720, a star has arose (Let’s go)
What do you see in my face when
You look