Sometimes I miss a step I stumble here and there But I'm findin' my way home If I'm lost then I'll admit Sometimes I plain forget But I'm findin' my
Rollin' down the highway Like a rocket Headed to town now You can't stop it Got wheel in my hand As I stand on the floor Of the board Of this car on
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See I will carry you through the hurricane waters And I'll remember you in the blue skies See I will carry you in the hurricane waters And I'll remember
Mr.Dali Lamas Another sister's shootin' heroin tomorrow Amputees in Freetown, Sierra Leone's The church wasn't honest The state put the youth in a harness
The woman that I love is forty feet tall She's a movie star, she's all in the papers And everywhere I go, people hand me quarters And they pat me on the
Well, I'm waiting on the day When the people walk free to see When the penitentiary is on fire When there's no need to bleed For your mother or your brother
You know it ain't easy For these thoughts here to leave me There are no words to describe it In French or in English Well, diamonds they fade And flowers
Got the law man, the con man, the liquor store man Got the man at the premiere to 'Spider-Man' Got the old man calling on the young man Got the soul man
Things have been getting real heavy these days The media, the system, the people chasing pay Somebody's got a rifle he won't turn the other cheek Now
I been sinning And I been livin' And I been beaten By Saturdays On a diamond I lay on a diamond On a diamond I lay awake D'Artagnan Good ol'
Mr.Dali Lamas Another sister's shootin' heroin tomorrow Amputees in Freetown Sierra Leone's The church wasn't honest The state put the youth in a harness
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Got the law man The con man The liquor store man Got the man at the premiere to "Spider-Man" Got the old man calling on the young man Got the soul man
I will carry you through the hurricane waters And I'll remember you in the blue skies I will carry you through the hurricane waters And I'll remember
I've been sinning I've been livin' I've been beaten By Saturdays On a diamond I lay on a diamond On a diamond I lay awake D'Artagnan Good ol' D'Artagnan
Things have been getting real heavy these days The media the system the people chasing pay Somebody's got a rifle he won't turn the other cheek Now its
The woman that I love Is forty feet tall She's a movie star She's all in the papers And everywhere i go People hand me quarters And they pat me on the
