but I got two better [Chris Brown - Chorus] So you gon diss me even though you know it's wrong know you gon (miss me a little when I'm gone) [Fabolous] Drizzy voice
wrong Tower of Song, Tower of Song, Tower of Song You got big long legs And I let you in the Tower of Song Big legs baby And I let you in the Tower of Song
sing a sad song or is she glad I'm gone ? I hear her voice laugh in a dream. How near she seemed when she whispered her sad farewell
We took it upstairs to big up the area The people in the house was shakin' up their derrier Raisin' up their hands and raisin' up their voices Tokes
of song I said to Hank Williams, "How lonely does it get?" Hank Williams hasn't answered yet But I hear him coughing all night long Oh, a hundred floors above me in the tower of song
Can you hear their cries? Nowhere the children run to hide Crimson rivers flow down hills, atone our ills And woe to all her songs of love A farewell
The weary creak of my bones Exhausted voice and deathly tones Arms of lead, skin drawn tight No long a princely sight Face is gaunt, pale and thin Bent
is fair in love and war!" Farewell, my friends, I leave Wisdom's all I learned so far, words of ages Heard the jester's voice, by the ruins he spoke
sold millions of units you turn music into a movement Seattle become the blueprint so I try to carry the voice of a thousand teen spirits your memory lives on through your songs
Tells the legend, there's a magic place That could nobody find its trace Land of darkness, land of forlorn songs Where all is mystic all along (The Traveller
fell in the ocean, far away. cho: There's a beautiful, beautiful field Far away in a land that is fair. Happy landings to you, Amelia Earhart Farewell
Under the iron shop The farewell ladies wink Always promising no one to crush them Always pockerfaced before bingo Does it snap or just happen? But a
Tower of Song I said to Hank Williams: how lonely does it get? Hank Williams hasn't answered yet But I hear him coughing all night long A hundred floors above me In the Tower of Song
Midst the mist and sleepy hollows of fever With glee deceiving me Suicide is a tried and tested formula for release I hear Her voice from where the grave defies Her Siren song
hesitate; I'm pushing through facedown I wont wait or hesitate; I'm pushing through If times a song, I wont wait for its reprise I am done wishing farewells
you hear their cries? Nowhere can the children run to hide Crimson rivers Flow down the hills Atone our ills And woe to all her songs of love A farewell
I'm not afraid of dyin', I'm afraid of not tryin' Every day hit every wave like I'm Hawaiian I don't surf the net, no, I never been on MySpace Too busy lettin' my voice
their channels in the bedrooms of the poor And there's a mighty judgement coming, but I maybe wrong You see I hear these funny voices in the tower of song Now I bid you farewell