Do you think you're the only one who hates? The only one bound to humanistic restraints? Well my belief doesn't make me a saint. Through these veins,
Watch the sunrise Say your goodbyes Off we go Some conversation No contemplation Hit the road Car overheats Jump out of my seat On the side of the highway
If I'd be so inclined to climb up beside you Would you tell me that the time just isn't right? And if I should ever find the key you hide so well Will
[Child] Uncle Cory can you tell us a story please [Cormega] alright, alright [Child] Please [Cormega] Y'all tucked in? Here we go [Cormega] Once upon
to see it blow Driving now against the flow of lights And I can see the fault in every home They can try to hold the creatures in at night And my response
Bring on the hateful remarks. No one ever said this would be easy And I never thought that I'd please everyone. But, my response to you is this, If you
escape isn't answered but you'll figure it out. And all the nightmares you based your life all around are now coming true. And it's love or it's need, your response
You got it twisted, If you think I'm here to cock block On a bunch of no talent wanna-be shock jocks Nah And they say it's all freedom of speech Well
Bowl of cherries in Waskasoo creek. A sylvan way of life for those who seek none beyond a parkland mall. This landscape oasis now feigns City Hall. And
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response? And live it all as black and white And tell me what is wrong and right I don't suppose that anybody knows And maybe when we reach the end We'll ask imaginary friends, why no response
Out of the blue bona fide response of the brain Intense adrenaline flow, flow out of control Sudden jolt freezing in fear trauma road road Traveling real
Stop that horse He wears my shirt Regret remorse Oh, how they hurt Yesterday I rewired the peace The physical description fits The broken home I left
Stop that horse He wears my shirt Regret remorse Oh how they hurt Yesterday I rewired the place The physical description fits The broken home I left behind
It was the last time we lost a fight without you And finally now you understand This was the dream and answer Never stop this All I wanted was you by
Bowl of cherries in Waskasio Creek. A sylvan way of life for those who seek none beyond a parkland mall. This land scape oasis now feigns city hall. And
you ever retired a human by mistake? No But in your position that is a risk Is this to be an empathy test? Capillary dilation of the so called blush response
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