. 1,000 years of solitude have had a strange effect on my personality. I want to be a person again. A clean start, a clean slate, a fresh, start, a
there. 1,000 years of solitude have had a strange effect on my personality. I want to be a person again. A clean start, a clean slate, a fresh start, a
and my vision's blurry Fallin to pieces, am I guilty? I pray to the Lord but he ignores me unfortunately cause I'm guilty Show me a miracle, I'm hopeless
I love that shit. Yo, let's stop fakin and be real now. I got a room and a hard on. Still down? Met ya standin at a bar full of black dudes. Said
away the rumors leaving just the concrete truth. It was a spectacle, no-o I mean a miracle. So I fell like that girl from a balance beam, a gymnasium
the meanest Leanest days of our lives You threw me the pieces I started the fire One thing led to a dead end One shot put her away, hey-hey Look out on a
bloody red Tomorrow's clouds A little piece of you The little piece in me Will die [This could be a miracle] For this is not America There was a time A
soar, I?ll die to make it true. A miracle has found you, Now you can just believe you can dream." The God of broken pieces, a place where panic ceases
astounded by the things we'll do for promises and a song We are the innocent we cut we bleed We're your one great chance for a miracle and a miracle is
night behind your back The little they know might be the pieces I lack Came home drunk Talking in circles The spirit is willing but I don't believe in miracles I've got a
: You may not believe it But I don't believe in miracles anymore And when I think about it I don't believe I ever did for sure All the things I've said
and treat you like a piece of plywood I've got miracle lyrical capability all in me With the agility to escape a killer bee colony So get your cameras
hope in one. (chorus) Life as we once knew it is dead Pick up the pieces, saying goodbye Has never been so hard (verse) Faces plastered with joyful gleam. A
Just Plain Pat visuals Wit sum sick aim Cool beans though 10 deep jeans ho, Stampede Fitted In the Range wit a knitted No gimmick Real time, Real heart Real words Elegant A piece
gotta get back to livin' Can't be here next year, givin' you these same tears Hope you enjoyed it, 'cause it's the last time you'll take a piece of me
enlightenment Met by some story 'bout hate and incitement Half the stories in the paper 'bout us Another woman got assaulted on the bus There's a piece
how I rock em beats I ain?t R&B, and all of you haters just a bunch of punk wanna be?s I don?t, pack a piece, cuz I?m bout the peace Even though you suckas