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Hook
I’ve lived a 100 years 
By the age of 18 
Days of blood nights of tears 
Things I never seen aye
Now I’m numb
I can’t feel 
Sometimes shits too

Suicide Song

Sole

Bottle of Humans

2000

of 170 pounds of blood, sweat and tears critique away, 
But my greatest work is in the pavement, I made it for you. 

this is my favorite performance

the mud, I'm tryna get a bag us 
If I ain't giving blood and sweat and tears 
Then I'd be doing this for none
Cry sometimes, hurt sometimes 
I guess that's

Withdrawals

Byron Bank

The Withdrawal

the frowns, too much sadness
The fortune and fame, y'all can have it
My blood, sweat, and my tears, ya'll can't have it, damn it 
It's a gift and a cursed,

the Loch Ness
Still I jump up in that water baby watch this
I'm getting closer to my dreams I love the progress
Blood sweat and tears no you could never skip

arm

Sometimes in Winter forgotten memories
Remember you behind the trees
With leaves that cried

By the window once I waited for you
Laughing slightly

swallowed by the river
Little beasts with bruises on our knees building sand castles and swinging from the trees
Sometimes the fun drew tears and blood but

3 in the morning we leaving the spot 
Smoking on Gas and watching for cops 
You wanna know how I got what I got 
Blood sweat and tears it cost me

footsteps comin'
Scoring touchdowns it's time for chest bumpin'
Blood, sweat and tears, they gotta mean somethin''
Go win it on the gridiron

I'm an animal

of our Nikes
You're listening to a monarch, I'm British and I'm proud
Always give my blood, sweat and tears to the crowd
God save the queen, 'cause

a Heatwave chillin on Miami beach
It's a Heatwave jumpin like Miami heat
Sometimes you need to be a wolf theres too many sheep
Look me in the eyes see how I

the common man and he built this land
With blood and tears and sweat, how could anyone forget?
Now that common man he don’t understand
How the world turned

The Cremation of Sam McGee

Hank Snow

The Singing Ranger, Vol. 3

1994

There are strange things done in the midnight sun
By the men who mohel for gold;
The Arctic trails have their secret tales
That would make your

Blood, sweat and tears
Ingredients for success
Molded by my fears
As I convalesce

The horror embedded
Deep in the spirit
That failure is vivid

the trouble
Of Blood, Sweat and Tears
When after all I get to
See my own cheer

Always in search of a...

There are times when you have to choose
Brain over

Hold all ground in thy name
Sail into the horizon
Shalchel savages in new lands
Sweat and blood fill the coffers
Dirt washed away by tears

Welcome

the lights
They tell me I won't measure up
To believe I can't treasure up
I've tried for years
All through these blood stained sweat and tears
I cannot take

in sweat, my heart still pounding in despair.
I cough and vomit, drenched in tears, still feeling the grip of this nightmare!
But as I look around, I

Lone Ranger

Rachel Platten

Wildfire

2016

there
Much less brave than I admit
Much more scared than they all think
But I'm protecting the organ in my chest
'Cause the blood, sweat, and tears

The Ballad of Blasphemous Bill

Hank Snow

The Singing Ranger, Vol. 3

1994

the light o' day or under the peak-faced moon;
In cabin or dance-hall, camp or dive, mucklucks or patent shoon;
On velvet tundra or virgin peak, by glacier,

a farmers crowd
Yeah we're bud bottles smashing off an old stone wall
Boot Barn stomping on a hard wood floor
Blood sweat and tears
Yeah let me hear you cheer

had Europe by its iron grip.


A feast of canyonpowder, sweat, blood and fire

the bullets are dancing, 

Waterloo in flames


He played everything

and thicker
Fill the cup with more Hennessy
I pray to God that they remember me
For all the blood sweat and tears that I done put in this shit through the years

don give blood, sweat and my tears
I dey bomb like terrorist, steady on my grind
Wetin you wan tell me, I am all ears 
I no wan hear anything if no be