02. Accompagnato For Tenor: Comfort Ye My People

Comfort ye, comfort ye My people, saith your God. Speak ye comfortably to. Jerusalem, and cry unto her, that her warfare is accomplished, that her. iniquity is pardoned. The voice of him that crieth in the wilderness,.

87 Southbound

I caught you with him. On them damp, slick, sticky, satin sheets. Then I packed my things and then I hit the streets. . (Chorus). 87 southbound, to San Anton'.

90 Miles An Hour (down A Dead End Street)

I took you home from a party and we kissed in fun. A few stolen kisses and no harm was done. Instead of stopping when we could, we went right on. 'Til suddenly we found that the brakes were gone.

65,000 Miles Later

Thinking back on summer weekends. Hanging out no need for reasons. I recall spot drive-in meetings. 3 a.m. and still we're eating. . I make this promise and I'll keep it.

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70's Scenario

In bed sittin' and readin'. By the T. V. light. Stay away from the window. Thunder and lightenin'. . And the rain, the rain keeps fallin' down. That's somethin' that hasn't changed.

2 Steg Från Paradise

På radion sjunger nån nu. Om hur mycket hon vill ha din kärlek. Stan är dubbelt så stor nu. Men lika ihålig. Och alla har kriser. Korsar Avenyn på rullskridskor.

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Kan jag gå med dig hem från bussen?. Kan du möta mig på bänken där vi delade den första folkölen?. På fredag kanske,. jag kan få biljetter till dansen.

40 - 40 Home

Think in time. Early evening light will start to fade. And we'll be called inside. To wait for chance to say. Can I stay out late or maybe just an hour.

16 Crandles

Did not have a chance, fell into line. I'll rot down here for the meantime. Without a voice I'll never change. I slide back down this slope again. . The second I began to see.

0 Morgue Sweet Home

Here again ... on my cold mortuary slab. In my Anatomy theatre for the final act. At the medical scaffold ... I commence. My last clinical Opus of Revenge.

7 Weeks - William Beckett, Gym Class Heroes

My life's these yellow lines, concrete, and parliment butts. Exhaust fumes and rest stops who drive hard for their bucks. Load in, sound check, play show, load out, let's go, next city, oh great, off day.

7 Weeks

My life's these yellow lines, concrete and parliament butts. Exhaust fumes and rest stops who drive hard for their bucks. Load in, sound check, play show, load out.

2004

Yeah. G-U-Y 2-K-4, yeah. 2 0 0 4. . In the year 2004. (2 0 0 4). Life will be like one big party. (2 0 0 4). The sensation of cultural unity. (2 0 0 4).

1, 2, 3 ... Slam!!!

Okay, here's the story about my mom and dad. One was white. One was black. I bet you think you're glad. I'm a half breed, my skin is fair yet tan. I don't know what the hell I'm on.

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You say God's an animal. You say God's to blame. You call me an imbecile. Your venom flows with rage. . Say you won't, say you will. Teach your mind to change.

89 Days Of Alcatraz

I want to burn the letters that I wrote you. Over the phone today it felt like you were fading. Losing interest and ready to leave. Here I am thinking you were sent to save me.

15th And The 1st

(Waka Flocka Flame). [Chorus]:. My homeboys'll get you pay you on the 33rd. Two pints of lean'll have me slurrin' on my words. Undertake a car, triple black car, burr.

4 Sure (remix)

[Mekada Davis]. Oh, hmm, oh. . You know what you said to me last night. (What did he say?). It wasn't right. That's why I'm leaving. (You should be leaving).

10 Minute High

She, she doesn't need it but she won't try. Try to release it. 'Cause she thinks she'll die. Depending on it, for it she'll lie. It's only a 10 minute high.