I was born on a close street down a hill
The
I keep on thinkin' it's wrong
So I'm chiding you
Go take a walk in the sun
Go take the weight
Black Power, girl power, rack and ruin
Blackmail, ponytail, something doin'
Some
The Kremlin flies forever
In the face of expectation
Like sunshine seen
You've been away for so long
You can't ask why
Not going down in a ball of fire
Just 'cause the
Like summer's death throes London's arms around me
The world ends
Well I bin crying, lonesome
Lonesome and blue
And I bin trying
You seem to circle miles above me
Never hearing any
I was born on a good ship
Loose lips sink flagships
Left
I was born on a close street down a hill
How does it feel to look like candy?
Always tripping up
The see-saw sawn through sunlight
Is seamless seems to say so
The
I think I've seen all I can
I think I've heard
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