Des baumettes jusque dans la marmite du diable Les anges aux visages sales c'est pas du rap De poucave haute noues peace street lourd La sucursale
sol Des baumettes jusque dans la marmite du diable Les anges aux visages sales c'est pas du rap De poucave haute noues peace street lourd La sucursale
Bitter branches spreading out There's none more bitter than the wood Into the wide world it grows Twisting under soldiers' feet Standing in line and
es La sucursal del cielo Por andar por la nubes, uno se olvida del suelo Y de saber que tu propia casa es La sucursal del cielo
Ramo, Ramo, Ramo Kad sam sreo druga svog prijatelja jedinog najsrecniji bese dan jer ne bejah vise sam Pesma nas je tesila sudba nam se smesila ali
Once I ran like the wildest horse. I reached up high and I clinched my fist. What happened then goes just like this, Oh the tender branch is gonna fall
Once I ran like the wildest horse I reached up high and I clinched my fist What happened then goes just like this Oh, the tender branch is gonna fall
It?s all in the air, it covers everything Now it?s coming down, now it?s on the brink It turns the trees to diamond things But it weighs too much, breaks
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Here my dear, this is where we'll shake the nightmare free I dream to hold you in my arms I dream to hold you in my arms To hold you in my arms Wide awake
God is my shepherd I won't be wanting I won't be wanting He makes me rest in fields of green with quite streams Even though I walk through the valley
Words get written, words get twisted Old meanings move in the drift of time Lift the flickering torches, see gentle shadows change The features of the
Hair grows through skin like moss green soaked from ape cum man flees from house and runs to the tree canopy
Often times in my memories I wondered again To the Little Old Church by the Road I could see the dear people and hear them
Rollin' rollin' on these rubber wheels Someday baby you'll know how it feels To be broken hearted and to be left all alone These wheels were made round
There's an old church so dear, standing lonesome and still And in memory it's still to me A place still so sweet for I heard as a boy The old hymn Near
I met a man in Richmond Laid out on the street White lightning in a bottle Discarded at his feet This dirty broken derelect Could barely speak my name
