Look at earth from outer space Everyone must find a place Give me time and give me space Give me real, don't give me fake Give me strength, reserve control
In my place, in my place Were lines that I couldn't change I was lost, oh yeah I was lost, I was lost Crossed lines I shouldn't have crossed I was lost
Come up to meet you, tell you I'm sorry You don't know how lovely you are I had to find you, tell you I need you Tell you I set you apart Tell me your
The lights go out and I can't be saved Tides that I tried to swim against Have brought me down upon my knees Oh I beg, I beg and plead singing Come out
Girl tonight We gonna stay in doors Tell me what youa??re drinking Ia??m a run to the store. Thata??s right. You wanting more and more But I wona??t stop
Girl tonight We gonna stay in doors Tell me what you're drinking I'm a run to the store. That's right. You wanting more and more But I won't stop til
He?s a rebel and a runner He?s a signal turning green He?s a restless young romantic Wants to run the big machine He?s got a problem with his poisons
Feel the rush Feel the rush Feel the rush Yeah, I do this shit for real (You get Chuck D'd, 'Shut the Fuck down') Ain't no games being played (Remember
[Intro: Method Man] oh, Oh, Oh, Come On, Come On, Come On mutha What? Muthafucka that's Right, All Day, All Night come On, Get Down, Yes Y'all And to
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When the ebbing tide retreats Along the rocky shoreline It leaves a trail of tidal pools In a short lived galaxy Each microcosmic planet A complete society
There is unrest in the forest There is trouble with the trees For the maples want more sunlight And the oaks ignore their pleas The trouble with the
We are secrets to each other Each one's life a novel no one else has read Even joined in bonds of love We're linked to one another by such slender threads
I was brought up to believe The universe has a plan We are only human It's not ours to understand The universe has a plan All is for the best Some will
Who's come to slay the dragon Come to watch him fall? Making arrows out of pointed words Giant killers at the call? Too much fuss and bother Too much
And the men who hold high places Must be the ones who start To mold a new reality Closer to the heart, closer to the heart The blacksmith and the artist
Grim faced and forbidding Their faces closed tight An angular mass of New Yorkers Pacing in rhythm Race the oncoming night They chase through the streets
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