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2008 |
1. | Bebey |
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3. | Blue Nile |
4. | Vacuum |
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6. | Inners Pace |
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9. | Interlude (No Known Home) |
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11. | Dust |
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She can't wait, he can't wait
We can't wait, they can't wait
She can't wait, he can't wait
We can't wait, they can't wait
Prisms have kissed my lids
Sea salt was rubbed on my hips
Prisms have spit on my lids
Moon lasered light on me
Prisms have kissed my lids
Sea salt was rubbed on my hips
Prisms have spit on my lids
Moon lasered light on me
Our lives not suitable for them
What kind of misuse is this?
Assaulting holiness
Where is Allah?
Give it to me my first communion
Need that bread my mouth wide open
Give it to me my first communion
Mirror me and plague the words of bitter youth
The asylums, the gutter weeds
Our blood's a fence to protect
Can it separate the wings from our bodies?
If we do we won't be able to fly, no
Our blood's a fence to protect
Can it separate the wings from our bodies?
If we do we won't be able to fly, no
We can't separate the wings that carry us
We can't separate the wings that carry us
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[Tinchy Stryder]
Yo, Strydes!
Yeah, it's nice, it's nice
Yo, cloud nine no hang
Oh shit, Gang Gang
Yo
Look missy, I'm trying to get mainstream money
Spend it on Bapes and ice cream, money
Please don't get ...
Look, I take the rest of 'em out
...I'm the best one about
Fuck them haters, spouting that bullshit
(I remember your eyes rolled back in your head
...what's the universe been sayin'?)
Music dough ain't going too far,
so we're bring that scales bringing that bags
Give me two secs *pulls, bags*
Music first
Jeans are ripped... charming
(I see you in the corner, I see you in the grass)
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McDonald's cashiers in a country where cows are sacred
Porsche cars, sales, in a land where people walk
McDonald's cashiers in a country where cows are sacred
Porsche sales, executives, in a land where most people walk
So patient, lay your head down
And so within the hour
So don't let the meds out
Give me for love too much
McDonald's cashiers in a country where cows are sacred
In a land where most people walk
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one with the light shined on them
how quickly the glimma fades
spead spreading out my stone wings
why i, i become the storm
the finest marble
like a raven heading for the sun
spread spreading out my stone wings
why i, i become the storm
forth from the river with the yellow tide
don't get toothed at the cliffs
i'm sad, sad about somethin
and there's no soul left to grate here
like overstaying
a welcome that has been denied
take me to the opium benign
where the light took time
ahh steamrollers paved over life
all i can say is what a pim it's been
will the clouds carry my tears to you
carry my tears to you
carry my tears
will the clouds carry my tears to you
carry my tears to you
carry my tears
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Interlude (No Known Home) |
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can you tell me where you go from here
i just can't
spit spit spitting out the holy text
the wrath of saul, it bit my lip
when i reached for life
the budding tree
it was cold and severed, complacent seas
black dark caves bleedin into dust
severin my faith, turned into rust
somehow i drowned the faith in me
spearing at my hunger for your feeble needs
i was falling
no longer did the water flow
who's spirit has taken me
my hunger
who's god's disciple
i spit at you for mocking me
in this fallen place
not to reprimand me
i was falling
no longer did the water flow
who's spirit
can't you see
i spit at you i spit at you for mocking me
[i'm sick now]
i know that that same
will inside me
summons me to you
let the rain lick our wounds
dogs were barking at the gates
the veils were lifted
the highest will to breathe
before the night became us
can you walk with me
i know the sadness it helps
i spit at you for mocking me
... walk with me?
i know the sadness it helps
we were swimming under the earth
and petals formed a crown
can you remember?
when did the petals become thorns
ooh to pierce me
darling what happened to our love
there was a sky of hope in your brow
we were keen to the king of gods
at least you were near me
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