I guess the lies called your name again The black you keep inside Reared its ugly head again I wash my hands this time If I never see your face again
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at a massive grave site my life was all staged I thought I was a pioneer but every corpse is screaming out "there's hope again... there's fuel again...
it's dark i see through the smoke we breathe it's loud i can't hear the songs we play play fast everything keeps going slow taken down to size i'm feeling
my life again This ship has made me cry I think the next we should fly sky fuel side Don't you recognize? I'll rock the boat again I'm getting scurvy
ammunition Low on fuel I break away To whell down refuel and rearm To intercept their second wave Hanging by your prop I climb Again in the sky Way
Fear is on the again Huh, huh, huh, huh huh, huh Fear is on the again Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh Fear is on the again Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh Fear
The bottle makes the final call Fuel me with some of your kisses Turn towards the weeping wall Distilled withing your discipline Return to go and start again
) like Spike Holdin 40s, gettin green on acres, these broads were our mules That's when we used to serve in front of Com'wealth School Fuel for cars and
Nelly Furtado Party Whoa, Nelly! I’m talking to the mirror again but it’s not listening I’m cleaning my dirty mind like a toilet but it won’t give in
I got two pale hands up against the window pane I'm shaking with the heat of my need again It starts in my feet, reverbs up to my brain There's nothing
back just keeping score, We're teaching murder not understanding now. We're setting the fires to light the way, We're burning it all to begin again,
I put myself on a limb And I feel it giving way from the weight of the rain If I brake or I bend I get myself together again, put my face to the wind
some g-shit Low clip, pop gun, hot toast, noodle shit You a little noodle drip, watch a shark eat the fish Ever seen piranha, it's like the movie jaws again
time Ring, ring The old church bell The bride and her love Seeking guidance from above Amber waves of grain bow in the prairie wind I'm hearing Willie singing on the radio again
in the night full sky, fuel shy Don't you recognize, I'll rock the boat again I'm getting scurvy, bad Don't you recognize, I'll rock the boat again I
