Take my fingerprints And smile This is the only thing That I will leave in here In here The world goes too fast I walk way too slow How could I contrast landscapes out of hope Landscapes out of hope I got to kill the killer that's inside And I got to heal the healer that's inside It's a dead end road Some things never end and Some things never die I'll take the wind for company 'Cause you and me will never be one Pursued by the radiance of her eyes Telling me that there is no need to cry There is no need to cry (Watch me shivering at your door Begging for a space on your floor) I got to heal the healer that's inside And I got to kill the killer that's inside It's a dead end road Take the time to read the wrinkles on one's face As an open book of what has been his life I'll tell you what has been his life How can they decide for the blood that is mine I'm part of you as I am part of the stars You are the beat inside my heart I got to kill the killer that's inside It's a dead end road

Sabali Ha Ha Ha Top Form Records Nick Jr, Zone 6 Buss we own clips Ha Ha 21 Passengers Glock 40 members 11 Men and 10 girls Change them address to Lyndhurst 21 Passengers Yota Like a seed them get put in dirt Like a seed them get put in dirt The way I do road No need for COW and Black Bess My hand gun always working Never at rest Hair wire trigger whenever that press First shot write off face The other crack chest Them spread out like sheet on slumberpedic mattress 21 Passengers, gun never lack less 6 Foot hole, pastors, black suit and black dress Bad from a baby, the age i suck breast Chiief Diin in monster mode Squeeze trigger til the finger on my hand go sore Deadly like cancer throat Broad daylight gun buss, Transport Board Little do they know I darker than a panda nose Mallis tell me to feel for dem, I can't afford Deal with things bitter like lemon, lime, Angostura Tell dem already and we tell dem again Diss me with plants ya grow Zone 6 got 21 passengers Baretta members 11 Men and 10 girls My gun never fake like dentures 21 Passengers Yota When my hammer crash boy injured When my hammer crash boy injured Like my gun nozzle when it done pull a work my head a steam Disappear them to dirt never seen All them talk they don't want me get dark I know them softer than butter Mello cream Clip long like lyndhurst limousine And it Sound sweet when it burst, Melodies 21 Passengers not 17 Shot hit neck it look like it chop guillotine These boys are babies They do not scare me They lyrics weary Killers not nearly I, bad from d 80s My, first gun 380 Mag, longer than Bay Street And, di handle khaki I mek di hammer hit d pin until it break piece Explosion break piece Cannot escape di 38 Bulldog that bite, no rabies I know they fear chief Nick Jr have 21 passengers Smith and Wesson members 11 Men and 10 girls Zone 6 cold like December 21 Passengers 21 Passengers Nick Jr is a real bandolero like pinchers To done them I use one finger

Before the night is over To the beat! To the beat! Pump it, stomp it, jam, trip on this! Rock! To the beat! To the beat! To the beat! To the beat! Get up, get up, get busy do it! Get up and move that body! Get up, get up, get busy do it! Get up and move that body! Get up, get up, get busy do it! Get up and move that body! Get up and move that body! Get busy do it! Get up, get up, get busy do it! Get up and move that body! Get up, get up, get busy do it! Get up and move that body! Get up, get up, get busy do it! Get up and move that body! Get up and move that body! Get busy do it!

He had time on his hands He carried the world on his shoulders He said, "Meet me at the Hudson's edge Help me roll my boulder" Remember when I went down, running down Took the B61 across town To where he was waiting at the ice house Wish it was my house He took me out back for a drink Showed me the heart on his sleeve Love is a daily good thing I see it in your smolder But I can't feel it in my hands And I'm wringing them more now I'm older Remember when I went down, running down Took the B61 across town To where you were waiting at the ice house Wish it was my house You took me out back for a drink Showed me the heart on your sleeve Like ships in the night We go down without light We burn up all our anthracite And try to make a spark Find a crack and let it in It'll come, it might be dim Adjust your eyes, I know you can You'll find me in the dark How will I know if I'm the last one alive? I'm the last one For forty-one days and as many nights I'll be standing where we stood Under an indigo sky Watching flames jump from firewood

Oh now rosie You come home in the morning Got a child on your knee and your mother she looks on Says "i don't know that baby - don't know you why'd you fail me You left home seven years ago and i wore black for days" Prodigal daughter returns like a lamb to the slaughter I know forgiveness won't come easy, not for you Look at the child upon my knee she Has eyes of blue She resembles me resembling you Mama, listen Come into the kitchen Pour me some tea, let me sit at your feet and let me cry I need a little money I need love, and i need sunday Suppers here at home, don't want to be alone Let me stay Prodigal daughter returns like a lamb to the slaughter She yearns for the things that you taught her I know forgiveness won't come easy, not for me But i'll try to shut the past behind us, throw out the key Give me one more chance to make you see Prodigal daughter returns like a lamb to the slaughter Looking for something in the water To wash away the the pain She's drowning in the pain

Where are you? Are you there? Where are you? Are you there? Are you waiting at the golden stair? Can I be, can I be free? Will I be, am I soon to be free? Do you remember you loving me? In my quiet time I pray with you, I pray with you Deep in my heart Where every word I ever dreamed Is cross-stitched on my pillow Now, I lay me down to sleep Beneath the weeping willow Will you, you carry me? Will you, will you carry me again? Will you wrap me in your arms Like you did way back then? Hold me, hold me tight Show me the cheek by the firelight I'll know it's you by touch and sound and sight. I'll walk and run, peek in each room Look in, where have you gone? Where should I go? When every doorway leads to nowhere I am lost and broken Come for me and take me home And crack my heart wide open. (Who is there?) I look out (Who is there?) All looks the same But a mirror holds no claim (Who is there?) Who's standing here? (Who is there?) In the shadows Will he stay or will he run? I give him what he wants. Where should I, where should I be? Who's taken my life Are they looking for me?

In the magic hour, when the moon is low And the sky's the kinda blue that you think you know But you don't know Trickle is dark he runs around in All the fairy children they run around and All the other children they make no sound In that hour, if you're on the coast And the waves nip at your heels like a dog Pull me closer It's past the time of the dinner bell Before the shine of Orion's belt The sky's still bluer than a bluebell Oh when I go, won't you throw my bones to the fish And weigh my body down with sticks and stones Bury me now in the old graveyard where all my friends are Beneath the heather on the high hillside Death is a lonely bride In the magic hour, when the moonlight gleams And the sky's the kind of gray that you've never seen Till you've seen it Run down to the Virgin Mary's bank Where our mothers cried and our drank They all just tried to see just where this sank In that hour, if you listen hard You can hear my granddaddy singing far away Like an evening star Songs in an old island, songs bout being young again I wish I was young again Oh when I go, won't you throw my bones to the fish And weigh my body down with sticks and stones Bury me now in the old graveyard where all my friends are Beneath the heather on the high hillside Death is a lonely bride