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hired men with the scythes so sharp,
To cut him off at the knee,
They've rolled him and tied him by the way,
Serving him most barbarously.
They've
when
You were four years old
There was a good man
Named Paul Revere
I feel much better baby
When you're near
You love Fun Dip and Cherry Coke
I like
down by law and I know my way around
Too much, too many people, too much (aha-ha)
Too much, too many people, too much, Raaah!
A castle in the sky, one
the metrics
The son's necklace on these presses
Say a prayer believe knowledge off a tree for thieves
Judas by the branches
The devil's dancin'
On the floor now
hope
I know the world isn't over, I hope
The lanes narrow and there's no room to navigate
But we keep the volume loud, providing our hearts with
sweatshirt
I walk through the library and see your face
There you were
There you were at my high school
All the girls are in the common room blushing over
ride by.
But a little brown mav'rick is winking her eye.
[Chorus]
All the sounds of the earth are like music,
All the sounds of the earth are
more cruel ways to smile
Just watch the tree fall down
Over your head
Today I remembered your face
Having me inside
For the last time in my life
I
line track
There's a camera rolling on her back
On her back
And I sense a rhythm humming in a frenzy
All the way down her spine
Girls on film
to the tape deck
Playin' James Brown
Sure liked the way he was showin' me around
My focus was beginnin' to dim
I was over my head again
We pulled into a gravel
the thump when it hits
Hundreds of pits, good luck if you struck its tough cherries
Don't you know my sixteens stay sweet like Chuck Barry
Carving em with
what England expects.
Hurray, hurray, hurray!
Trouble is on the way.
There are bad times just around the corner,
The horizon's gloomy as can be,
Money always on time never tardy
Yeah, we eatin over here Chris Farley
R I P to the haters yeah we on the stage
Shout shout shout out to the DJ (Showtime)
line track
There's a camera rolling on her back
On her back
And I sense a rhythm humming in a frenzy
All the way down her spine
Girls on film,
line track
There's a camera rolling on her back
On her back
And I sense a rhythm humming in a frenzy
All the way down her spine
Girls on film,
The place where I was born
Up on a hill with sunset view
The place where she is dying
Pinching weeds when I was little
Clambering up our cherry tree
Fast
I often think about the fight of the Black Man,
Told by the world he can't think like others can
Eat and drink where others can, shackled by his
8:46 i look thru the list
Of children of god police couldn't co exist w
I'm on my Medgar (Evers) & Malcolm (x) shit
Scribe by my lonely uptown in
brown mav'rick is winkin' her eye.
Oh, what a beautiful mornin',
Oh, what a beautiful day.
I got a beautiful feelin'
Ev'erything's goin' my way
though life has never been swell
Somewhere there's gotta be where a good samaratin prevails
But they get straight sodomy
So I learned the ways of man
make
Me think dip dy dip to the socialize
Of americal not America mer
Medler rich peddler "hold up?
Which ways up whatever high
Heather by bush push
your eyes
"What?" No way. "What?" No way. "What?"
You're being over friendly and that really means a lot
"I try my best, is this a test? I don't get
staggered down the street to an old bookstore
Called the Tree of Life (Yo D it ain't there no more)
But when it was boy I was lucky
Cause in
spread across the countryside
It seemed like only yesterday the trees stretched on for miles
Apples, cherries, peaches row by row
Now he looks up
.jpg/220px-Cherry_Tree_(EP).jpg "Cherry Tree")
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