Stop and take this all in. It's fate's turn to take your hand and lead you here. Now surrounded by grace, you're covered with sin. And how will you win
Oh, It gets so cold. When we stand in line I feel invisible Uh oh, I've disappeared again. When I'm on the edge I feel invisible. Warm to the touch
Stop and take this all in. It's fate's turn to take your hand and lead you here. Now surrounded by grace, you're covered with sin. And how will you
: paper hearts and memories broken notes in melodies decorate my mind in black and blue paper heart of deepest red crumpled up beside my bed time alone
tryin write This very suicidal, wicked shit I had to recite Wicked walkin, wicked talkin, while the chickens keep squawkin Let my paper keep stackin,
can stop my flow" My malignant melody's a felony, at least that's what they tellin' me Belle and three deep in hell and Tree Sellin' my new T-A-P-E for paper
brawl Cause their brains are like porcupines and mine's a paper ball I know they don't understand they don't get us at all Their moss mangles polyanthus and mine's a paper
talk, till they time cut off You should chill if you short, prepare deep thought to hit the street again, get it on, get this paper and breathe again
ya, So watch your lyric data, To many saltshakers not enough melody makers. I ain't mad 'cos you's a player, out to get the paper, I'm out to get it too
sing the melodies of You this is my call I can do nothing else this is my call I belong to You this is my call to sing the melodies of You this is my
letter) I hope these, Hope these words find you in the perfect mood I wrote this letter according to my love for you So I hope this paper will travel safely to where you are Because the melody
mistake as we'd made before, for this time we'd get a drummer. We took an advert out in The Melody Maker, which is a hugh music paper in England. "A
You Want And Need Lay You Flat Like A Piano If You Let Me Stroke Your Keys You Going Be Saying Things You Never Said Matter Fact You Going Be Playing Melodies
the shit Son Play them crows out position You might hear me but you don't listen Competition come and get some on Red marker still bleedin, through the paper
you You should do what we do, stack chips like 'Hebrews' Don't let the melody intrigue you 'Cause I leave you, I'm only here for that green paper which
I've got a key And a piece of paper in my pocket deep In my pocket piece of paper and a key As i wander through the street War is there a war or is there
the violence in hip-hop, Y O Time and time again, as I pick up the pen As my thoughts emerge, these are those words I glance at the paper to know what
