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one forget the fact we all living in hell
I was never one to walk by sight but sometimes i'm hopeless
Cause so many get sent to the sky and rarely die

Oh when you see me in sorrow
Oh don't you say it's right, no don't twist the knife
You know I long for tomorrow
I wish you understood this hurts more

Serenade
Music by Ian Rutherford, Lyrics by Jodi Franzke

The soft cry from an oboe rises 
To slowly pierce my soul 
And remind me of my childhood

to relate
So what is the real story?
If we agree don't ignore me
If it's not my fault
Why you keep changing your mind?
Will you tell a different story (ya)

Stuck in isolation lost my freedom hands are tied
Stuck in isolation got nobody by my side
Stuck in isolation turn the pages in my mind
Stuck in

think you'll keep me trapped stuck in the middle of this?

You'll have to ramp up the thrills and the e-shaped stories
Give me cyclone twists

There Only Was One Choice

Harry Chapin

Dance Band on the Titanic

1977

There's a kid out on my corner, hear him strumming like a fool
Shivering in his dungerees, but still he's going to school
His cheeks are made

Look into my eyes for a minute
It hurts to hear the stories
Of the ones who let you down
But now it's finished
So take my hand
I'll drive you down

was just as dirty as me, we were survivors - Love is Love

I can Feel
You in my Heart
You in my Arms
Ha oh
Cuz my heart is saying
I can Feel
You in my

were mine and I was yours
At least, in my head, so the story would go
It would be nothing but inevitable
In these long autumn streets we would echo

much more.
In your laughter, I found my serenade,
In this summer love, no need to be afraid.

With each passing day, our bond grew deep,
In the midst

perfect and then she told me the story
And I was like damn that's why I love you mama because
Always can come back to this titty
On my mama ain't nothing

A library that's full of stories
Broken down into categories
A million words on a thousand pages
Waiting to be told
Don't judge a book by it's cover

No, this story never ends
I’m saving up to start
My own criminal enterprise
In my dreams at least
I can get closer to you
(Closer to you)
We’re going

for this is my ticket to the Edmonton 5000, which will be given up for you.

UNCLE WALTER:
In a similar way, when their allotted time in the racquetball

Cruisin' down street, LA is where I reside
Got the top down, warm breeze as I glide
On the boulevard of dreams, traffic by my side
In the City

just look at me now
This fool gone crazy

We living on time thats borrowed
Unh what about tomorrow
I been followed I been borrowed
Damn my life in sorrow

And paint the clouds white - white again; 

So, my love,
I think that enough is enough;
Tired of this second-hand fun,
I'm heading for the absolute one.

Through my life seems I've seen thousands of my brothers felled
By bullets in their face or life sentences in jail
Who are they to decide our lives

mistakes
Forge ahead for my own sake
In my mind
Leaving this noise behind
Twists and turns, I unwind
Unveiling truths, I'm blind
In my mind
Leaving this

even get into this , before yous even twist this, screw the risk I think I had to make it known
This a story of my own, this is nun I condone, everythin

a halo
Oh no, shots go through niggas like J. Lo
Photo shop, crop his top with that fo-fo
Hold on, I been getting money by my dolo
In eight different ways

I tell my fears to keep quiet
The sirens sing as I settle in
And I breathe in the city's
Second-hand smoke
I let the wind take lead
Down history's

a gangster
Was playing my batmobile
Rap credibility?
Guess its my achillies heel
Wanna be poppin
By my substance
But not like a placebo
Pigs must fly
If thats