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soldiers deep at the Heart of France
Uh! The Church then was clouded by lame ideals
Of exercising power and Rome was by the kills
You see? The enlightened

on my lap

Tried to make me submit but I arnt a man who’s gona tap

You either by my side or hit the road like you were Jack

No one can make me feel that

I thought our love might last
Hey, look at those newlyweds
Funny, vows we said
Lord knows where the good times go
I hope they  roll our way again

taking me to Marrakesh
Come on board to Woodstock

By the time we got to Woodstock
We were half a million strong
And everywhere was a song

From Jersey to France to Mars
Say we were that far apart
I think we'd find our way
Through all of time and space
cnd get Back Home

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Is it the time
You're on your way to the airport
By now
You live in Sydney
And this is Berlin
I'm heading down the street
To have a drink or 2 in my

limits while we holdin' hands
(Whoa)
Love you so many ways, I'll say, "je t'aime", like we in France

Yeah, we're star-crossed lovers
Like there's never

like Puffy and Mase
On our jiggy shit, you feel me?

And right before it releases
This bullshit happens

Tyler here, and I'm makin' this video
Just

very essential to stay alert in life
We're all taught by the rules and embedded in the mind
God came in so fast to save me
I know God can save all of you

everyday 
Our first year so call us a newby
But we're so gloss we met you aruvi 
Keep playing those keys real nice 
Sing those songs all day all night 
What

going on in my brain godamn I'm
So fucking faded man like
I'm part of faded gang I'm
More than myself faded France I'm
So fucking wasted damn I'm
More

Our class took a trip abroad to France
My family had never had the chance
My mum looked a little nervous as I packed
Rebecca sat by me on the bus
She

Talking in our beds for a week.
The newspapers said, "Say what you doing in bed?"
I said, "We're only trying to get us some peace".
Christ you know it ain't

The Ballad of John and Yoko

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1997

Talking in our beds for a week
The newspapers said 
Say what're you doing in bed
I said we're only trying to get us some peace

Christ you know it

it ain't easy
You know how hard it can be
The way things are goin'
They're going to crucify me
Drove from Paris to the Amsterdam Hilton
Talking in our

a viewing party
Some people walked out
Those that stayed
Swayed
In a way
That still will not skid by
The universe's unblinking eye
My Jewish great-great

all morning With light shining
on our bedroom wall
We took a trip
And looked upon the water Slow paced
living feeling small
Wish
We were still in Berlin

Come with me and you gonna see
Jump with me 'cause we're family
Shout an free your teeny little voices
All by the power and force of Seeed

Eine

diabetes
If Santa were a wizard
I’d be his right-hand-man
Birth
Oh, He says to keep our love a secret
But I don’t think I can
Star
No
If Santa were a wizard

their forces were losing their resources

moving in the living quick as moving out the corpses

started changing courses, when we got the Quakers

Anglians across the way
Get buried by the sand

Let Cornwall, Devon, Somerset
Die worshipping the sun
A tsunami of indifference
Rains down on everyone

one night, we both took a long flight
Before then we were in France in the '50's, suits spiffy
We feelin' like the first hippies
We used to scoot

things
And it's strange
They treating our culture dirty
'Cause this year
Rap City would eventually turn 30
No conversation, no presentation
No social media

remember way way back as a teen
I was tryna pen raps tryna match Weezy F Baby
And renegade my emotions like Slim Shady
You'd be amazed by the way how