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Across the lines Who would dare to go Under the bridge Over the tracks That seperates whites from blacks Choose sides Or run for your life Tonight
Translation: Tracy Chapman. Across The Lines.
: Across the lines Who would dare to go Under the bridge Over the tracks That seperates whites from blacks Choose sides Or run for your life
Across the lines Who would dare to go Under the bridge Over the tracks That seperates whites from blacks Choose sides Or run for your life
across the line The road leads back to us Until then I send my love across the line The road leads back to us Until then I send my love across the line
your back and say the hell with it all Don't you know that the blind can't lead the blind And you're just about to cross the line Don't you know if
of his goodbyes Holding an enemy across the line He's pulling his weapon to his side Loading it full of his goodbyes Holding an enemy across the line
I'm the boss Bentley or the Porsche Overseas see jet skis slide across I love the way you dress, now take it off Put your legs high on my shoulders across
be traveling across sky Across the sky (oohhhhh) Across the sky (oohhhhh) Across the sky (oohhhhh) Across the sky (oohhhhh) Across the sky (oohhhhh) Traveling across the sky Across the sky (oohhhhh) Traveling across
her sharp And I would make her whine He'd say, "you can't beat the way an old wood boat rides" Just a little lake across the Alabama line But I was king
break down if they didn't jet soon Snuck across the hall and crashed in E's room But then this freak came in thought I was E Straddled her legs across
on my eye in a crowded club I tried to stare the girl down, but she didn't budge She moved through the crowd in a straight line The closer she got, mad
keep on flyin', I ain't fakin' The money ain't a thing, think I'm lyin', you're mistaken You can find long lines and all kinds of bitches your way And
See I go right back and I bring 'em in baby Business mind of a Ross Perot But never lost my soul Crossed the line I bought pop across the row Then
givin you more than a little had the ball then you double dribble i guess that love is a riddle.. you never listen i dont ever get my point across i
