[Chorus: Carl Thomas] Woke up in the morning, you were not there All I seen was an imprint of your head In my pillow, weeping willow Why'd I treat you
make it better Or quiet the fears in our hearts Don't you see the hurt in their eyes? So much disappointment in all of their faces Use your heart and not
That we?re living on the tracks I hear the train Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
strength enough to take it But not enough to let it go It's a long time Coming down a broken road And finally I can feel without fearing Cry without
Now that I am in silent suffering, oh no It's not right, oh no, it's not right, oh no, it's not right I know my heart knows, it's not right
shit, nigga. Oh, yeah I know it. But who gon' show it, and who the ho is? I bet 'em a million bucks it's not us. Yeah, we might not get everybody. Somebody
a-Br-r-razil. Brazil... Land of hope, Land of hemp. Hmmmm. I wrote this next musical composition for the festival at 'Piranha Del-Rai' Unfortunately I did not
of my head again Baby won't you come and put our two hearts together? That would make me strong and brave Oh, when we are one, I'm not afraid, I'm not
cage, Oh Lord, if you could see her when she's up on that stage! You know that I'm a God fearing man, You know that I'm a God fearing man, But I just
alert! That's the way with Wicked - Spreading fear where e'er she goes Seeking out new victims she can hurt! A HYSTERICAL WOMAN Like some terrible green blizzard Throughout the land
below Be it devil or demon that reaps this cursed nation No one of us deserves suffering thus Oh lord, what have we done Oh God, have you forsaken us
my ear But not a word I heard could I relate The story was quite clear Woah, woah Ooh, oh baby I been flying Lord yeah mama, there ain't no denyin' Oh
steer Bitches freeze in the Zenon head lights, like a deer But not out of fear, she lookin' cause its money over here Shine from above these land lovers
and turn it up into a turmoil Stealths wipin out every man's health Bombers got sisters brothers daddies and lonely mommas Cryin, "oh my son, oh
that was right here, blind to the naked eye, tied to a fear Once it was nothing and now it is here A beautiful mind Not accidental, coincidental, experimental
s the matter? What's the matter? Are you scared of ghosts? What's the matter? What's the matter? Tell me are you fearless I'm not scared of ghosts What
. And the greasy smoke in an inky cloak went streaking down the sky. I do not know how long in the snow I wrestled with grisly fear. But the stars were
shit Ya betta try some more shit I got the gift to grab any batch that I want but I don't 'Cuz batches now a days will get you caught up in some funk Oh no, I'm not