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and she wins first place
Smile, say hi as she rolls by
Give it a try
Different is different and that's okay
We're all a little different in our own way

on your family (no), no-no-no-no-no, no
'Cause they don't know you're royalty
But they gon' know when they see us

A known fraud once fell on his own

little screens
Guilty by just going along
We're out here for ourselves, maybe for the first time in history
7 billion spotlights shining down on each

a magical map on a table. The map revealed different lands, each with its own unique wonders and challenges. Milo's heart raced with anticipation as he

the world with genius in each and every way
He sees in 20/20, he sprints the Ironman 
Can quote you Marx but loves Ayn Rand
Knock on his chest, hear the echo

isolated and seperated from humanity
He had no family, he had no friends, and he had no one to confide in
With each new dimension explored his mental

But he wasn't her type
He was a different kind
But they were built for each other
Bit by bit, and piece by piece
They were built for each other, by

Tuesday in the city of sorrow
She looks for her rolling tyre
Johnny drops his glass and stares
Sun shines in the city of desire

Tuesday in the city

broke his jaws
He was flat on the ground with his own blood across
They pushed dragged and ripped open the girl's clothes
Perverts taking chances one

swallowing, engulfing
Devoured by darkness, the blackest speech seeped into his soul
The blood of the serpent leaves him whole
The devouring darkness,

find his own revolution
He wonders why I tell
Him that America's revolution
Will not be the melting pot
But the toilet bowl
Back goes pale face to basics

You got people in the same hood
Hatin on they own kind
(Don't get mad at me, 'cause you agree)
Settin each other up for the system
The same town,

English, first period, Kozak was stressing, math class, moved to Lopez, it's a blessin'
To each his own, don't make me reach the chrome
If I got to, I'll do

the best work on my mother
Take one hit, I bat his brother
Got five runners for the summer, they gon' bring me all that
I'ma buy guns for you suckers,

our transgressions,
he was crushed for our iniquities;
the punishment that brought us peace was on him,
and by his wounds we are healed.
6 We all, like

Body and Soul

Nat King Cole

Hot Jazz [Fremeaux & Associes]

2003

sing
Man did he swing
Sang on the wing, did his own thing
Yes he did

Throughout the country,
Music lovers are still wiggin' on Eddie's singin'

took one in his face
By somebody he knew
Stretched in the project hallway
Fatal car flipped
He got ejected out the front windshield
Broke most of his

Zachariah Cavanaugh
Was crushed beyond belief
His true love was stolen
By a dirty rotten thief

He loaded his rifle
And he saddled up his steed
He wouldn't

Streets of London

Ralph McTell

Streets

1975

of London
I'll show you something to make you change your mind

In the all night café
At a quarter past eleven
Same old man
Sitting there on his own

Go away from my window, leave at your own chosen speed

I'm not the one you want, babe, I'm not the one you need

You say you're looking for someone

none
What's Aaliyah without you?
What's Kelsey without you?
Your past life was a train wreck
Went from suffocated by your own thoughts
Knowing you were

a country
Who doesn't think his life matters
And yes
It's 2019
A new year, fresh start
But tell that to D'angelo Brown
Who was just shot
In the head
By

that any public man owes his position to the public
That's what I mean when I say I'm your obedient servant
We must, each day, earn what we own

struggled on (any time I struggled on)
Against the course (against the)
Out on my own (I'd see)
Every time I'd burn through the world, I'd see (each time