: I can feel your fingers when I close my eyes Take your poison, look inside I fall into dreaming I've been waiting for your touch to bring me home Sleeping
I can feel your fingers when I close my eyes Take your poison love inside I fall into dreaming I've been waiting for your touch to bring me home Sleeping
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I can feel your fingers when I close my eyes Take your poison, look inside I fall into dreaming I've been waiting for your touch to bring me home Sleeping
saviours [Marcus Garvey dialogue 1] Can we do it? We can do it, we shall do it! [Verse 2] Boom! Tell dem fe uh draw mi out when the world government inna falling
all worth Heating up our globe Destroying our own Earth? What will they think Of us with no concern About the seas of shit And radiation burn? We who
burn like Earth shiver births, uh If there's any beef I come running like Mertz, uh Word up, eagle street I'm throwing my curve up We take your ice cream
your dreams are gonna fall Your mind is screaming for salvation And then your world is gonna blow Down in the fire below Below Silent tears are running
have the boys bring the coppers out And we ballin', for all the toys is what we hoppin' out My feary side, where we ride and we all fly high In the AM
have the boys bring the coppers out And we ballin, for all the toys is what we hoppin out My feary side, where we ride And we all fly high in the Leer
will have the boys bring the coppers out And we ballin', for all the toys is what we hoppin' out My feary side, where we ride and we all fly high In
midst of the fire Surrender or fight, there's nowhere to turn The Bringer of Light, where are you now Forever our hearts will burn Fallen Angels
(Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep) We could have had it all (You're gonna wish you never had met me) Rolling in the deep (Tears are gonna fall
die) You are a post modern (A post modern beauty queen) As razor blades cut me (We suffer with every kiss) Thinking I'm dying, choking as I burn As evil
slowly waste away and die You are a post mortem beauty queen As razor blades cut me we suffer with every kiss Thinking I'm dying, choking as I burn As
But we were ready, disguised of malice stone. [Chorus:] Our friend Lazarus sleeps, Her lips shake with every, with every word. You were my favorite. We