. 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
’t go away In a perfect world This could never happen In a perfect world You’d still be here And it makes no sense I could just pick up the pieces But
It's been a long and winding journey But I'm finally here tonight Picking up the pieces And walking back into the light Until the sun set of your glory
be with you a 1,000 miles away I will never leave inside of you a piece of me will stay Oh, one little piece of my soul One little piece of my whole
were some blue and sorrow times Just my thoughts about you bring back my piece of mind Gypsy lady You're a miracle work for me You set my soul free like a
sheets Take a breathe to notice I'm between Every little piece of thread and memories That constitute your dreams If I wake in the morning I only need two more miracles
It's a matter of prescience no, not the science fiction kind It's all about ignorance and greed and miracles for the blind The media parading, disjointed
the rumors Leaving just the concrete truth It was a spectacle No, I, I mean a miracle So then I fell like that girl from a balance beam A gymnasium
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
A LITTLE PIECE OF YOU THE LITTLE PEACE IN ME WILL DIEFOR THIS IS NOT AMERICA BLOSSOM FALLS TO BLOOM THIS SEASON PROMISE NOT TO STARE TOO LONGFOR THIS
show you how it could be Love, it ain't nothing' but a word A chicken ain't nothing' but a bird, yo, yo, yo L'amour n'a pas de, frontiere Restes car
medic attention I just murder them, murder them... pussy, I just murder them [Chorus] [R.A. the Rugged Man] I'm a dip-dip diverse, socializer I'm a
For Me, I Tell Her When I Get A Break I'm A Break Her, Off So Courageously, I Got Dem Bangin Drums, She Got Dem Alicia Keyes, Ooh Girl Let's Make A Beat
not a phoney not by any means And by any means necessary be supreme I am the poet to flow with and get lyrical I write songs like smokey and the miracles I'm from l.a
so bad I know, I know Every smiling face ain't a happy one And everybody is somebody's fool And you're no exception to the rule I know This is real, give me a
mystical, magical miracle's workin catastrophies and this ain't blasphemy, but artilery is my strategy I hope for a higher power when i look at all these tragedies [Chorus] [Verse 3] oh what a miracle
with I'm on some infrared heat shit With a deep clique, what I eat, sleep, shit Well, if it's a freak bitch, she can suck a sweet dick Till she's seasick
