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I was hoping we'd make real progress - But it seems we have lost the power Any tiny step of advancement Is like a raindrop falling into the ocean - We're running on the spot - always have - always will? We're just the next generation of the emotionally crippled. Though we keep piling up the building blocks The structure never seems to get any higher Because we keep kicking out the foundations And stand useless while our lives fall down. I believe in life - and I believe in love But the world in which I live in - keeps trying to prove me wrong. Out in the pastures we call society You can't see further than the bottom of your glass Only young but easily shocked You get all violent when the boat gets rocked - Just like sheep - little lambs into the slaughter Don't fully grasp what exactly is wrong - Truth is you never cared - still - You get all violent when the boat gets rocked - Intelligence should be our first weapon And stop reveling in rejection And follow yourselves, not some ageing drain brain Whose quite content to go on feeding you garbage We're running on the spot - always have - always will? We're just the next generation of the emotionally crippled.

How many nights have I been away? These hotel walls all look the same I'm numb from all this traveling Meanwhile, your life is happening And I'll be yours, beyond the pale There's temptation all around me And I should look away And I'll be yours, it's not a sin Just a simple conversation It don't mean anything In the dark And you're lighting me up With a spark And I said too many secrets Now I'm lost But I don't wanna fall for you 'Cause I've already got somebody Somebody waiting at home Fix up, look sharp, have another drink Missed calls, thin walls, are they listening? Who's in the background whispering? Some new friends I'll never see again And I'll be yours, beyond the pale There's temptation all around me But I stay anyway I'll be yours, it's not a sin I am starving for emotion That seems so innocent In the dark And you're lighting me up With a spark And I said too many secrets Now I'm lost But I don't wanna fall for you 'Cause I've already got somebody Somebody waiting When it starts Learned a lesson in trust We're apart And I'm caught up in the moment with a stranger 'Cause I'm playing with fire, and baby I've already got somebody Somebody who loves me more Somebody who loves me more Somebody who loves me more 'Cause I've already got somebody Somebody waiting at home, beyond the pale And I'll be yours, beyond the pale I'll be yours, beyond the pale 'Cause I've already got somebody Somebody waiting at home

Try and judge me only by my time and changes And not mistaken words, for I say many Listen only to my song and watch my eyes There's not much time to spill, there's hardly any Well, look at all the children living in the streets And they're looking, not afraid to touch each other They're not afraid to be themselves or someone else Never treat a brother like a passing stranger Honey, won't you always try to keep the love light burning Sing a song of love and open up your heart For you might be the prince of peace returning Yeah, you might be the prince of peace returning Oh, the love the blind and wounded as that you would yourself And the businessmen in cells collecting pennies Judge their wealth by coins that they give away And not the ones that they keep for themselves for spending Oh, never be impatient with the ones who love you It might be yourself that you're burning Sing a song of love and open up your heart For you might be the prince of peace returning Never treat a brother like a passing stranger Honey, won't you always try to keep the love light burning Sing a song of love and open up your heart For you might be the prince of peace returning For you might be the prince of peace returning Oh, if I pay me, if I pay you If I pray to your Jesus then you gonna tell us what you're about to do? What if I pay me and I might pay you Who's got the money? Who's got the money? Who's got the money for, sing the song

Cuando al panteón ya me lleven No quiero llanto de nadie Nomás que me esten cantando La canción que más me agrade El luto llévenlo dentro Metido como en la sangre Este mundo es muy chiquito Y yo lo anduve rodando Por eso quiero morirme Con una banda tocando No lloren, canten muchachos Que yo la he de estar gozando Y si al correr de los años Mi tumba está abandonada Y aquella cruz de madera Ya la encuentren destrozada Remarquen las iniciales De aquella cruz olvidada Junten la tierra y no olviden Que el que muere, ya no es nada Adiós sinceros amigos Bendiciones de mi madre Adiós tan lindas mujeres Adiós hermosos lugares Adiós y brinden, señores Ya se acabaron mis males Y si al correr de los años Mi tumba está abandonada Y aquella cruz de madera Ya la encuentren destrozada Remarquen las iniciales De aquella cruz olvidada Junten la tierra y no olviden Que el que muere ya no es nada

Zaytoven I'd like to welcome everybody to my service tonight Where we talk nothing but real, real, real talk Real, real, real How y'all doing out there this evenin'? I see the ladies comin' here tonight, in my church Let me start off with this first story Let's go She was light-skinned, long hair but she a dummy Dead last disease, fuckin' 'round, fuckin' money If a bitch show you fakeness then you better get to runnin' Make sure everybody in your circle they a hunnid Learn how to save money, shit, 'cause bad days comin' And keep another woman, shit, 'cause mad day comin' If you in the game you can't rat, that's a no no Even if your arm's shot, hanging like a a yo-yo Ride fearin' nigga, who representin' your logo? But still watch every nigga in that photo, so close Give God his, hit your knees tell Him thank you God love Christians just like he love gangstas Respect the old people, pay up if you owe people Get out them people business and worry 'bout your people Don't get no "woman love money" if you ain't got money No matter what it is, don't let 'em take it from you Church on Monday Church on Monday Church on Monday Never let a woman handle you weak, then you beat Don't be thuggin' in these goddamn streets if you ain't street Keep your secrets all to yourself, don't let 'em leak If Zay' ain't on your beat then your shit probably weak If you know you might tell, don't put in work, that's church Ain't nothin' gangsta 'bout going to jail, that's church You can fuck around with Trell and you gon' get your ass murked Shoot first, do dirt, I'ma send your ass to church Better find your ass a woman in this cold world (why?) 'Cause everybody probably fuckin' ol' girl Everybody say they got it, ain't got money Know the difference from who real and who stuntin' Church on Monday Church on Monday Church on Monday Last sermon for the younger kids Buy your ass some land, I know Xans and all them goddamn Gucci feel What I'm seein' man is ludicrous They kill a nigga and get on live and say they did it, man Who can you trust when it hit the fan? Fuck that baby mama shit if that's your son, that's your lil' man If it ain't work then find another plan If these girls ain't actin' right go get you a wife like Gucci Mane (brr) If you gon' rock it, wear a stupid chain If you got money in your pocket do your thing, if you ain't had a thing Gotta go get it, can't be askin' man 'Cause ain't nobody givin' shit 'round here Church on Monday Church on Monday Church on Monday

OK, you had sedatives and cold champagne They say that must be the price of fame It's not a joke if you can choke on the thought of it You're not my friend to defend if you're loving it So Kurt I heard that you squeezed somebody's hand It doesn't hurt if you think about your fans Kiro TV They've got their visions again like it's Oxygen Kiro TV They've got their visions again want your heroes dead (It don't hurt, if you think of your fans) (It don't hurt, if you think I'm your fan) OK, they've got your file down at the CIA They say you're worse than Manson for the US of A It's not grief if you can see-thru the source of it It's only true if you're bruised by the force of it So Kurt I heard that you opened up your eyes They call it work but it don't make it civilized Kiro TV They've got their visions again like it's oxygen Kiro TV They've got their visions again like it's oxygen Kiro TV They've got their visions again like it's oxygen Kiro TV- They've got their visions again Want your heroes dead Your hero's dead OK, so time takes your cigarette They say, it puts it in your mouth then you'll forget No longer "live 105" - can you hear me? The life expectancy of any popularity So Kurt I heard that the side show bet your life It doesn't hurt that the worst go "Nevermind". Kiro TV They've got their visions again like it's oxygen Kiro TV They've got their visions again Like it's oxygen Kiro TV They've got their visions again like it's oxygen Kiro TV They've got their visions again want your heros dead Kiro TV... They've got their visions again Want your heroes dead (It don't hurt if you think of your fans) (It don't hurt, if you think I'm your fan)

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