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: Right now, he awaits at the threshold Don't let him in No, don't let him in And though he is dressed like the rest of us He has the jackal's eyes The

[Intro: Cam'Ron] Word up Rector! I wasn't gonna say it again? Word up, man it's all good! You don't gotta let us in your little shit! You got that? Keep

State the obvious I didn?t get my perfect fantasy I realized you love yourself More that you could ever love me So go and tell your friends That I?m

It's excruciating I know you need to know where we stand Is there harm in waiting? Is this my only chance to take your hand? I'm torn in two by what

I don't propose that we preserve All the world inside a fragile ball of glass 'Cause I'm the first to throw the curve Bringin' all that perfect ball down

Let's take a walk into the sky Conversing with the stars to fathom why They're not afraid to burn To lose themselves while turning into light If we were

I heard it from a friend who heard it from another She said she liked the way I smiled at you in Monterey I have more highs than lows and we could add

Wistful for disco We get a little misty Remembering Menu do And all those old pros The bay city rollers And Pinky Tuscadero It must be our breeding Call

When worlds collide Then drift away I will cling to the pieces The ones that point at the way to go More than anything I want You to know So here