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missing
They told me, I wouldn't listen, the mirror obscured my vision, yeah
Zombies and ghosts bring the comfort, I had to go, it's no wonder
Stuck in this

home
Live my life so slowly
Sitting right by your side

Locked in the park, can't leave the lake
Spelling out my thoughts under the oak
My memories

hoes won’t diss (no no)
They know I’ll expose those lies
Cuz believe what they want to see don’t realize the hypocrisy
Live in the 303
If I pull up

have virtual lives, they are in a cage in freedom.
There penance is to live looking at a screen
zombies are this systems, 
lives are stored and discarded

out in Lincoln Terrace Park late night
And I'm bringin' my drank just to round out the high
Got some reefer in my joggers I didn't even think twice
If I

Monolith

Cannibal Corpse

Vile [Clean]

1996

of undead
Slay the living
Is only object for this
Bestial rotting horde
Slaughtering the helpless,
Slaughter all that lives
Driven by an evil force,

I don't know about you!

But you can stay in the leaving room, watching all your games, knock yourself out

But there's a life to live, outside

We were sitting in the park
Belgian beers there on the grass
Everyone 6 feet apart
She broke the news and broke my heart
She's got the boxes, got

not going anywhere, anywhere
I'm in this for life
Like it or not
You will have to drag me by the neck
 
I'm not gonna bail
Writing on the ceiling

1 Day

Plies

Definition of Real

2008

Man I hope yall can excuse me for a lil' minute man
Just sitting here thinking bout my little partner
Who just got killed man its wild tho
How

the culture, I can tell by the shit you embrace (I see it)
I'm in Gotham but my mind's in a different place
So fuck your co-signs, money, and your radio play

tan, middle of the Summer, twistin' up, sittin' in a Hummer
I got shot by an undercover but I bounced back and I still recovered
Walk around I got

talked about our lives and growing old


It's always been you and I 
Fighting zombies way into the night
Never knowing what it truly means 
Just a mystery

alone and you don't want to answer your
Telephone, so I'm stuck here sitting
In the park and I'm subject to
Breathing in, a second-hand romance...
I am

Sitting around
Looking at a little slit
Open wide
Let the air come in

Hear the song
Hottest beat I've ever made
Hear them yell
Feeling oh so fine

to live across the street from the park in the villa
Me and the cuddy on the bench smoking Killa
Then the bus drove by and somebody banged on him
She said

Sitting out here in my red truck
Looking at the window seeing people that bother me
Irritated 'bout the fact that they're intruding on my property

Slumming on Park Avenue

Ella Fitzgerald

Sings the Irving Berlin Song Book [Vol. 2]

1958

See how the other half lives on park avenue

Let's go slumming, take me slumming
Let's go slumming on park avenue

Let us hide behind a pair

drownin', and I, live by the river

(London calling) to the imitation zone
Forget it, brother, you can go it alone
(London calling) to the zombies of death

living here I
End up tired
Get a new job
I'll end up fired

Living is irrelevant
Go consult a reverend
Trailer park your money's spent
Downgrade go live in

spuds
Mouth getting numb I need a lager
Pull up to the cark park blasting Skibba in his prime
One nation 99, a windy night
We hit the bar and get a pint

Am sitting here staring in your eyes
You asking why am I not surprised
Baby girl I couldn’t lie
Am high
You see the redness in my eye
I hear your

of the road just gets nearer
As my life passes by me in the rearview mirror

I try not to hurry
But worry catches up and tries to win the race
So I hit the gas,

feel like I'm torn through
Feelin depressed sniff the hill just to ignore you
Live like a mess in this trash I can't afford truth
Play with my head love