Dave are to take a percentages that Could pay the whole city's fucking mortgage Hopefully I make a lot porn from touring in fucking Oregon From playing piano
you add all of the little puzzle pieces together, it makes up one entire picture. but right now, how you live, and how you create, you are just a little
J. Rambo 6 sextillion, 19 million, the holy pyramid say we all a lost children Voodoo for the pilgrims who bring weapons and conceal em They're style ?, and then in doctorate the children
Here I sit A vampire at my piano The flames burn glaringly higher And the eyes that stare through the darkness Though they have no form There's
Game over, you win Game over, I win The Sleigh bells are a-ringing, the children they are singing The memories are fleeting, a little game of (Paper,
Jim plays piano, a simple weekend warrior At a cozy little mad spot just a few blocks from his home He wakes up every morning, has breakfast with his children
be counted with the children of the Lord Move up a little closer climb high up the mountain Move up a little closer to the kingdom of the Lord [ piano
em understand perfection Let knowledge be the tool for suckers to stop guessin Cause I don't give a fuck about a radio play Observed the english I display Lyrics for the adults, children
all you like I'll tell you something It's my children they'll have no choice but to say Welcome back Victoria I trust your piano legs are covered up
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it, homie. This is what an ol' G told me filthy rich and dyin' lonely Fuck a benz and fuck a rolly, life is what you make it, homie. My little baby
children 'Cause she knows she has only one life to live Angry young woman with her background on her forehead Three children and two abortions Played a little piano
in one big God And one big Heaven Oh, that's when we all want To be going Well Daddy, played his guitar In churches all over the south And Mama played piano
claims, risking their lives So it's fun to spend Christmas with children and wives A little girl sits down by the Christmas tree lights To play the piano
forever Gone forever, gone forever Gone forever, gone forever [Instrumental (Piano, Electric and Acoustic Guitars) ] Da, da, da, da ... [Instrumental Ending (Piano
make it, homie." This is what an ol' G told me filthy rich and dyin' lonely "Fuck a benz and fuck a rolly, life is what you make it, homie." My little
' it out... You're a lonely little girl But your mommy & your daddy don't Care You're a lonely little girl The things they say Just hurt your heart It
see little things mark his and hers a constant reminder we're through I hear the rain on my window oh but I don't hear you [ piano ] I hear the children
