Lyrics:
dismembered
Maimed, killed, and hacked
Draw fast, cut first
Live hard, die hard
Feel the point of the blade
Lunging like an animal, killing all in sight
children
For the value of our innocence?
A gentleman's a golden card and a red, red rose
Transformed by some strange alchemy
You stand apart and point to me
something new
Or maybe all she needs to someone
Just to see her point of view...
Maybe that's you
After working late today, she brings in bags
know we both got a lot to learn
Keep in touch when your senses are reeling
Reach the point of no return
That such sweet sensations
Have their
of the door
There's no board and no points
And in this game, then he saw Pac-man wants
The game that goes for always blowin'
Then you'll slip up and they'll
don't care how the weather vane points
When the weather vane points to gloomy
It's gotta be sunny to me
When your eyes look into mine
Jeepers
As we travel on,
Love's what we remember
Kiss today goodbye,
And point me t'ward tomorrow,
We did, what we had to do,
Won't forget, can't regret,
don't care how the weather vane points
When the weather vane points to gloomy
It's gotta be sunny to me
When your eyes look into mine
Jeepers
song
Drop me a line
Suppose it's just a point of view
But they tell me, I'm doin' fine
I know from the outside
We looked good for each other
Maybe It's 'cause' of the way that I dress
They say I look out of place
And my taste is a mess
And there ain't
No point in trying
'cause' I
That I know more of the stars and sea
Than I do of what's in your head
Barely touching in our cold bed
Are you beginning to get my point
That all
song (sing me a love song)
Drop me a line (drop me a line)
Suppose it's just a point of view
But they tell me, I'm doin' fine
(Ah) I know from
game on without a doubt
My girl know I'm live (yeah) point blank period
Hand cuffin' them hoes y'all can't be serious
You ain't cut from the right
two
A tripod has got
One that points back
And one that sticks out
And one to be a friend
To the other pair of legs
Tripods have three legs
Look,
to do what we do
We don't need you to do what we do
We don't need you to do what we do
Mark the trails from point to point
Tape bright enough
don't care how the weather vane points
When the weather vane points to gloomy
It's gotta be sunny to me
When your eyes look into mine
Jeepers
drinking again
I'll leave now you're closing but I won't pretend
They'll point and they'll whisper he's drinking again
They'll point and they'll whisper
Hey, my friend, I thought you knew it's all an illusion
And nobody knows what to do, what's your point of view?
It goes
so easy at first
Why when and where everything changed
At this point who cares and who knows
Last thing I want is to carry this hate
But you can't
He's a real nowhere man
Sitting in his nowhere land
Making all his nowhere plans for nobody
Doesn't have a point of view
Knows not where he's
Decipher me now
Describe me an arc with a low point or two
Ah cough me a code
Astonish me dear with a new point of view
Yes it's all in your hands
sur la ville il fait trop chaud
Et, pour ne point entendre son chant,
Les hommes ferment les carreaux
Comme une porte entre morts et vivants
Ainsi
Where the point gets lost in the telling
And the telling was the point all the while
Deep inside
Everyone hides
Oh, oh
Some of the time
If
Yo, Eskiboy
BBK, dun know
Listen
Yo, bigging up Teeza
Man done a remix
Then I came through with the bars on point
Cause I'm a realist
Can't
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