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in nocturnal bliss again Chasing a long lost friend I no longer can control Just waiting for this hopelessness to end II. Restoration Run - fast from
I've been so far from here, far from your warm arms. Its good to feel you again. Its been a long long time. Hasn't it? ii.The guaranteed eternal sanctuary
witcha thin-ass vest You bringin them Boyz II Men, HOW them boys gon' win? This is grown man B.I., get you rolled into triage Beatch - your reach ain't long
we reached our zenith Got fiends throwin' up on themself like Willy Beaman (*giggle*) Any given Sunday gunplay's optional However niggas want it like Soul II Soul
someone that I know too well" I wanna change my mind (wanna change my heart) I just need some relief but I know That it just won't come, that is as long
ring with my name None have to chase me Let he who will face me Kill me or die by the sword [II THE DEATH OF PATROCLUS] Oh friend of mine, how to say
Baby I missed you I missed you too I waited a long time for this So why you ain't come to see me, no commissary or nuttin' I ain't wanna see my bird in
Ayyo, from Boyz II Men to the End of the Road Yo, we boys to the end never been in the cold You got me, I got you till our souls grow old He shot you
Shigeru matsuzaki Tokyo no yane no shita Dare ka ga utau Ikashita sweet soul music He's a sweet soul brother Tokyo no sora no shita Futari wa deatte
try to save out souls Sticks and stones might break Flesh Bone Yet nevertheless can't none of y'all touch me Not even with a pole twelve-foot long We
below dont say doh,.meew!meew! got to get out of here! slur my esses, then you blur my message i got a long list of reasons, and an even longer rope
women with knives and kites And gauges and valves and make them weep long hymns To gaseous and clumsy mortality whilst fish descend Remember, remember the burning ember Embedded in your chest: the soul
have left I scan that cold horizon Searching for a kindred soul, Someone to rely upon We disconnected and Heaven sent Sheltered in dead air, Hidden everywhere II
ass vest You bringin' them Boyz II Men, how them boys gon' win? This is grown man B.I., get you rolled in the triage Beatch, your reach ain't long enough
my name None have to chase me let he who will face me Kill me or die by the sword Ii) the death of patroclus Oh friend of mine, how to say goodbye
