way it was, not back then but you will be remembering (us!) With these hands, I push myself With these hands With these hands, I push myself With these hands
the lies and the hating That love goes free For want of an option I run the wind 'round I dream pictures of houses burning Never knowing nothing else to do With
cargo of escargot The temperature is rising Advertising that our time is running Down, down, down, down, down Oh with just one minute to live Oh, no you'll never get me up in one of these
don't know, I gotta fo' fo' fo' ya. So, so peep game At point blank range. The fame can't change what the game maintains. Strange. Wind against the grain
standing up tall with my hands reaching towards the sky i'll be searching for something more until the day i die the rain on my face feels cold but the wind
g's on the collar Back from Japan With a fresh Million dollars Pages to sleep Wake up thank Allah You're an A Grab the hand so Throw some threads on Hop
the fire place Mixed with the wood There are forces in the air Ghosts in the wind Some bullets in the back And some scars on the skin There were demons with
yer doing if you start givin' up If the wine don't come to the top of yer cup If the wind's got you sideways with with one hand holdin' on And the other
the moment that we come alive I'm handing out the breath and the kiss I'm electric with the snap and the crackle of creation I'm mixing up the mud with
who the coldest (the coldest) playa you know? I know for sure, sure Rollin' with Mo, rollin' with Mo (rollin'), you'll fall, gotta go 'Cause we survivin' these
saviour to rise from these streets Well now I'm no hero, that's understood All the redemption I can offer, girl, is beneath this dirty hood With a chance
losing Found others on the way I have kissed the fellas and left them crying Stolen dreams, yes, there's no denying I have traveled hard, sometimes with conscience flying Somewhere with the wind
fly (then we'll fly) Until there is no wind So let's crawl, let's crawl, lets crawl Back to love (Thanks to kenziea01 for these lyrics and to CRiSsEh for these
don't mean, And it's tearing us apart; There's a wild wind blowing in the desert tonight, Oh how I long to feel the rain, And let it wash away these
to kill once again, And standing before him was a lovely young woman with her hand hung in pain, When he saw her his eyes were filled with desire, He
still ran free, spoiled by hands about to steer. The little threaten with visions in his dreams, but the roman was much too mean; his standards with winged
