Lyrics:
English Song Voice

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[Intro - Chopped and Screwed Voice - talking] Hey, now everybody sit down and shut the fuck up! Class is now in session If you came here to hear that

voice Lord, how many songs till I get home ? How many songs till I get home ? How many rights ? How many wrongs ? How many songs till I get home ? Distance unidentified...destiny unknown How many songs

gotta tell you where it's comin' from Guns of Navarone, tearin' up your battle zone Rip through your slums I twist darts from the heart, tried an' true Loop my voice

? I'm above it! Your BS? Let's rubber glove it! Take your heroin and shove ita?¦ life you've got to love it. So get this, steal this, deal this, peel this away, I made this song

Everybody's got a story to tell, So I wrote this song for you to remember everything that happened between us. The most important things that happened

ti so scordar ------------------------------ Alone, as if by force of habit Even tonight, I stop by the bar An echo, taunting me, fills the air It's a voice, a voice

a rich man's toy He's killing more than Celtic joy Death is not a stranger And Taffy's time's gonna come one day It's a loud sweet voice and it won'

da da, la da da Zak and Sara Often Sara would have spells where she lost time She saw the future, she heard voices from inside The kind of voices she