the whole world people cry Throughout the whole world people die Worldwide leaders fuck our lives Murder, you scream murder, well That's the way I look at things But is
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the whole world people cry Throughout the whole world people die Worldwide leaders fuck our lives Murder, you scream murder well that's the way I look at things But is
It's Can-i-bitch on some "Stan Lives" shit It creeped me out at first. Man this is sick For me, being just a sick, this conflict Gets my dick harder
the scanners It's Can-i-bitch on some "Stan Lives" shit It creeped me out at first. Man this is sick For me, being just a sick, this conflict Gets my
The sky's not vacant. Neither is the sub-level. Heavy colored gunmetal. Riders on the storm, devil daggers in the sheath. Human form is exceptional, the tragedy is
then 10 times 42, what's that got to do with anything this song's about This jealousy I'll do without Where am I in this fairytale, this nightingale
of this word Are we having a conflict or not? Yes sir Because we did not break down the capacity Of the same, what? The same word Brothers and sisters this is
I do business with neither And that's the real But I do, do business with people that I have sex with So if there ain't no conflict, let's get this grind
. Colors I've none -- dark or light, red, white or blue. Cold is my touch (freezing). Summoned by name -- I am the overseer over you. Given this command
the location is south america or south yemen there is a Connection between many of these struggles They are angry conflicts of desparate people Who feel they have neither
The illness prolific, let the wordsmith begin. Haste with reservation, neither chi or Zen Could create quite the conflict. All are not know and not seen
scanners It's Can-i-bitch on some "Stan Lives" shit It creeped me out at first. Man this is sick For me, being just a sick, this conflict Gets my dick
sky's not vacant. Neither is the sub-level. Heavy colored gunmetal. Riders on the storm, devil daggers in the sheath. Human form is exceptional, the tragedy is
The Story Of The Hare Who Lost His Spectacles This is the story of the hare who lost his spectacles. Owl loved to rest quietly whilst no one was watching
their choice is only what you decide the end of the mob, their failure your end and now the words defied this love you said is only hate misspelt praise
