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My hands are red
Admittedly, the cross is mine
The time is come
Forsake the brine
Alone with the void for a thousand years
I am the first of the reptillian rocketeers
Doom shins its bitter brink
Its goblins casting stench to pave the way
I'm going off to seek the soul
Who'll teach me of the day
A boy will be born in the garden
I'll wait on a patch of green grass
Somehow he'll know to find me there
And place a star upon my crust
We'll trace the crescent's rim
Pawn's pursuit of deliverance
My soul a satchel for musical vim
Then I'll return to save my race
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Standin on top of my hill
How do ya'll know what it feels like
How can you tell me to make my bed
When I sleep on the ground
How can you say that you like my noise
When I haven't made a sound
I like peace time better than war
Spendin my money in the candy store
I like makin angels on the shore
How do ya'll know
Floatin on my cloud
How do ya'll know what it feels like
Yellin your sermon from the bottom of a glass
'Cause you know how it's done
Tellin me the troubles of the promised land
When I'm in it just for fun
I like to eat my pie before my meal
Make a snake with an orange peel
Say my prayers before I kneel
How do ya'll know
When I was walkin past your house
I didn't see nobody home
Ya'll musta been out buyin gold
When I was polishin chrome
Ridin in my spaceship
How do ya'll know what it feels like
What makes you think you can navigate
When you don't know where I'm flyin
Tellin me the facts about what I say
When you don't even know if I'm lyin
I like to wear white in the wintertime
Pay my penance before the crime
Have my reason without the rhyme
But how do ya'll know
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The city don't even matter
I could be anywhere
I don't care
There's a whole lotta hard workin people
That could take my place
And it's easy to leave
When nobody knows your face
Just close your eyes
You can hear me in the harmony
I came up in New Orleans
Fixin what I could find
To peace my mind
I gave what I had to the winners
Just to get along
But it's really hard to sing
When nobody hears your song
Just close your eyes
You can hear me in the harmony
I thought I learned from getting burned
I bought a suit of armor and a silver cane
I found a little man who'd be proud of me
But he had to get up early
And I had to get back to my pain
I guess I'll keep on livin
One day they'll ask for me
I'll be free
And if there's a heaven
I'll be ready for my life to begin
But I wonder if I call
If they're gonna let me in
Open your eyes
You can hear me in the harmony
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I'm catchin a plane home
I can feel the wind on my hair
Maybe someone's out there
Someone just as bare
And if somebody stacked the cards
I hope they're stacked for me
You see...
I feel just like a kid on Christmas Eve
You may not know my reason
But I've got reason to believe
My eyes gettin heavy
Hope I can make a bed tonight
I'll go to sleep alone
My true love stays unknown
My life's an open book
And it starts on chapter nine
I'm fine...
A tangled web is easier to weave
You may not know the reason
But I've got reason to believe
I had my fortune told
By a fork tongued lady
She told me I'd amount to what I paid her
I left her feeling worse
Than I did when I came in
And I know more now than I'd find out later
I wish I had an easy mind
And a pretty girl to hold my hand
Seems the closer I get
The water isn't wet
This lonely life of mine
Is the best I've ever had
It's not bad...
My coat's the only thing that's on my sleeve
You may not know my reason
But I've got reason to believe
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It's three o'clock in the morning
I'm wonderin what to do to save the sun
The space that I take
Is more than I can give
And Lorelei's song has just begun
I'm gonna turn my head
Time eternity
I'm gonna find somebody
Just like me
Everybody's pretty
My brother won't rest till he knows I'm home
The choices I make
Are easier supposed
As my surviving striving not to roam
I'm gonna stand my ground
Make my guarantee
I'm gonna find somebody
Just like me
The world keeps spinning
Mountains vary but the valley's the same
The confidence I feel
As I balance on the ridge
Comes from the trueness of my aim
I'm gonna walk this road
As far as I can see
I'm gonna find somebody just like me
I'm gonna find somebody just like me
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Little Farley
Why you hangin out so long
I can tell by the people
You're runnin with
That you're singin a different song
Little Farley
What you hidin in your drawer
Don't you know that I know what you're doin
And it ain't worth dyin for
Little Farley
Why you takin that to school
Livin out your life in Angola
Really don't sound too cool
Little Farley
Why you wanna take a life
That little girl they laid to rest today
She coulda been your wife
Little Farley
You know that don't belong to you
What you took in less than a minute
Mighta took him a month or two
Little Farley
A boy don't have to be a man
If you can't decide what you wanna be
Then I'm tellin you no one can
Little Farley
Think about it...
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I remember what my father said
He said "You don't slow down
You're gonna end up dead"
I remember what my brother said
He said "You're runnin blind
Like a bird flyin into the sun"... yeah
They might be older than me
But the eyes of the seeker
Are the ones that see
Old man with a new brown bag
Washed away his home
Hung over the nag
Threw the ring in the river
At the end of the street
Then he laid on down in the park
With the bag at his feet... yeah
He might think he's really free
But the eyes of the seeker
Are the ones that see
All... all ya'll
Try to push it further
Than you think your life is worth
Or you'll get nowhere
Spendin all your time with the devil
Grind... Your mind
'Stead of sittin home
Lyin in your bed
Sayin you just don't care... well...
Big Daddy from the back of the cell
Said "You wanna last
You gotta run like hell"
But Big Daddy must been runnin slow
He told me the view's real good
From the top of the row... yeah
It's overcase with an ill decree
And the eyes of the seeker
Are the ones that see
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Save time to collect my fortune
Paid upon arrival
But I don't know where I'll be goin
I'm travellin survival
Aw, girl
When I get there
If it ain't for free
I want you to know there's
Nobody like you to me
I've been scarred by my commitment
To tell them what I see
But I can't see that I've
Been blinded
By mediocrity
Aw, girl
If I dare
To change what it should be
I want you to know there's
Nobody like you to me
Maybe I should take it easy
Seems I'm the only one
But you won't let me rest my conscience
'Till all I know is done
Aw, girl
If I care
Enough to disagree
I want you to know there's
Nobody like you to me
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I used to be a boozehound
Spent my time downtown
Gettin round
Sittin in the barroom
Tryin to get another drink
"I think you've had enough"
"Come on... Just one more"
This time I ain't feelin so fine
Whatcha say we get to downin
Don't throw me just forget about the line
I wish I could be drownin
Sweet water... I ain't seen her in a while
I don't know if I can face her
I know she can always make me smile
If I can't outrun my chaser
I used to be a boozehound
Buzzin round midtown
Gettin loaded
Tryin to get a number
Feelin mighty good
"Is this guy bothering you?"
"No, no, I was just..."
All my life there ain't never been a drought
That's probably been my downfall
Even though, you know,
I might be passed out
I won't drop the high ball
I know where the river flows
And the lives that it devours
Ain't it great I can touch my nose
But I can't smell the flowers
I used to be a boozehound
Stumblin uptown
Gettin higher
Fallin off the barstool
Rememberin where I left the floor
"Say buddy, you need some help"
"No, I'm cool..."
Come and get me you can be my Boogeyman
You can catch me on the rebound
You may not fly like the Candyman can
But it's safer on the ground
Just one more trip to the fun house
They'll smother me with foam
See, my brother, that's the one house
That I can call my home
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I wish you could have lived my life
No way to know
The fun I had
I ride in limousines
But it means nothing
I roll down the tinted glass
To see outside
I like to see how much I pass
On my roller coaster ride
It's hard to remember
Seems I was never young
I wish you could have been right there
My future was the end of time
And all the girls I needed
Never knew me
I've fallen deep inside my well
Without a pail
And if you come to rescue me
I'll tell my fairy tale
It's hard to remember
Seems I was never young
What curtains fall
On childhood stages
That never rise
To show the crowd
Things I drag
Throughout the ages
Never seem
To speak out loud
I wish that you were here right now
I guess I passed my chance away
A pallid grey is mostly what I see now
I live my life
And never stop to
Close the doors
And all time I never thought
Of living yours
It's hard to remember
Seems I was never young
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Mama told me not to try to be nobody
I listened to her
Mama told me I'd grow up to be somebody
Looka here
Savin money's hard when you can't save your soul
I'll get through it
Tryin to dig myself out of this mighty hole
Listen to what I say
Got my mind on the matter
Sure as I tell ya
Now you know that's right
I look down at my hands and
I see labor burns
It's a part of livin
Keepin my feet on the ground while the world turns
It's all on me
Got my mind on the matter
Sure as I tell ya
Now you know that's right
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Take me... Take me
To the city beneath the sea
The river will wrap around me
And the music will let me be
You can find me on the neutral ground
On the corner of Fleur-de-lis
Please... somebody won't you take me
To the city beneath the sea
Take me... Take me
Where the night outshines the day
You can hear the tap of soda caps
And smell the étoufeé
You can fais do do with Jacamo
Or fi na ne 'till three
Please... somebody won't you take me
To the city beneath the sea
How... How long
Can I stay away
How... How long
Can I stay away
Take me... Take me
To the Meters and the Mardi Gras
They betcha where you got your shoes
And they eat their oysters raw
Pork Chops dances all night long
But he won't dance for free
Please... somebody won't you take me
To the city beneath the sea
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How soon I will delight
How straight and good
Scorched by vibrant core
I'll sprinkle scrapings
Upon the lapping blue
No sooner than I return
Will my fruit turn the stink into sweet
The blue into yellow and green
Time home will quicken
And time spent be saved
The dust from my duty
Will remain in my satchel
I think... forever
Now I'll return to save my race
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