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at dawn they ride again, they'll haul you out to the streets.
They'll burn your papers and your empty trash cans,
beat this thought into your head, singin over and over again:
"all your life is obscene!"
"forget the papers, forget your musical dreams!"
but that's when my knife rises,
their life ends and my life starts again!
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lowdown, cheatin, aint no need for repeatin,
so love, dawg, cant ye see? That you never gotta fight with me.
Hurtin. Beatin. Aint no need for repeatin,
so love dawg cant ye see, that you never gotta bleed for me.
Chancing, glancing, sho nuff mood for romancing
so love dawg cant ye see that you only gotta dance with me.
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why's it so strange when they say that the world's movin upwards?
Why's it surreal when my hands feel they cant roll the dice?
Why's it so great just to wake every day, alive and by your side.
It's a mystery I guess, there's lots of things I cant find.
Its not the way that you look, but your move that catches my eye.
Why's it so soft when the cannons unload on the others?
Why're we so loud when we say it wont happen to us?
Why does my mind blow to bits every time they play that song?
It's just the way that he sings,
not the words that he says, or the band.
I'm in love with this soul, it's a meaning that I understand.
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some say, death is the easy way and I think they're right.
Cause nights tick, by like a long week except when you stop by.
And I know that tryin gets nothing done and I see you're about dry.
Cause nothing gets you high, you're poor the day you die,
and alcohol it only makes you tired.
But seein you feels good, and its always understood.
That anything much sweeter would make me die.
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I wont ask you where you're goin'.
I wont ask you where you been.
I know after a million times you get sick of my lines,
but I just wanna see you safe again.
I know that just now I aint been showin,
the kind of love you know that I can.
So gimmie a little while and you'll be knowin,
that your good lovin baby is back on top again.
Hopefully it occurs to me that there's one thing that I cant stand.
That's the thought of one single day,
that your head ain't in my hand.
Always hoped you'd be showin,
and now you've shown as much as you can.
But after each time im still glowin
with a good lovin smile that's yours until the end.
Hopefully it occurs to me that there's one thing that I cant stand.
That's the thought of one single day,
that your head ain't in my hand.
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sometimes I walk around town looking at faces
wonderin why their bodies go to silly places.
Walkin past the carpet mills looking in and takin stills,
your ass it draws me in like a Bermuda highway.
Oh, don't carve me out! Don't let your silly dreams,
fall in between the crack of the bed and the wall.
Two times I fell asleep in a dirty basement
snoozing in cobwebs and the cement.
Sometimes I wonder why that meek guy got all the fame,
maybe im to blame for his short bitter fucked up life.
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try to walk this earth an honest man,
but eveil waves at me its ugly hand.
The radar watches me from above, shouting down:
"I hope you make it on this earth."
Sometimes this world will leave you, lord,
kickin and a screamin, wonderin if you'll see the next day through.
But as for me I do believe that good luck comes from tryin,
so until I get mine ill work me the whole day through.
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hey! The Christmas curtain falls on lawbreakers
that pave the way for thoughtless folks like me and j who'd pay,
but cant afford the finer things in life so we heist them all..
we're criminals that never break the law!
So, to all you frowns go down to town square and
get some action, from the xmas girl that lives inside your womb.
She's always there I think that im certain,
you pay to get behind her Christmas curtain.
you're the criminal that never breaks the law!
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I go light, every night, and just because I do:
im writin off a letter, to keep from losin you.
I saw it in a letter.
Every night you talk in disguise, and girl that aint like you.
Im wishin you'd get better, to save yourself some glue.
I go blind, every night and just because I do:
im hopin you'll get better, and ill get rid of you.
Then I'll get rid of you.
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whos going to care if it smashes down
or flips you up in the air. Its justa really fast, risky ride at a fair.
On these lovely trips,
the conductor likes your soft brown eyes on his hair.
No need to shut er down, go round and round in the air.
In the air.
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I needed it most, when I was eighteen.
But now that im older, I don't need many things.
Just someone to hold, that's what you give me.
When dark touches your skull baby,
aw babe you can drop that on me.
So I say lord, all the heavens you've made,
cant hold back the ghosts that haunt my baby and me.
Oh cant ye hold em back, form comin on in,
to a lovely woman, that jus wans her mind back again.
I cannot crumble, what you want this to be.
Or bring peace of mind, if it aint there to see.
Aw if you don't know yourself, how could you ever know me.
But to have and to hold you, yeah that's the way its gotta be.
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is there a doctor in the house tonite?
If there's a wrong, he could make it right.
Is there still a lock on your front door?
Is there still a lock on yer back door?
Tell me im wrong, tell me im right.
Tell me there's nobody else in the world.
Tell me im wrong. Tell me im right.
Tell me there's nobody else in the world.
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I don't wanna feel a thing.
When your hands close tight around my neck,
and force the air that I breathe.
I don't wanna feel a thing.
Yes she was a young girl.
Bout the age of 23.
but somehow the lord never smiled down upon her,
so she flew out on a breeze.
Said: "I don't wanna feel a thing, I don't want to feel a thing."
Sure he was a good kid. But his phone it'd never ring.
He got tired of walkin a tightrope,
needin too much to drink.
So he got on a knee.
"I don't want to feel a thing"
but I know there's someone that loves up above
and want to fix you a dream.
He wants to sit down and think.
He wants to pour you a drink.
And you wont feel a thing. You wont feel a thing.
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