not my slumbering fair Oh, how lofty, sweet Afton, thy neighboring hills Far mark'd with the courses of clear winding rills There daily I wander as noon rises
and events I'mma wind it, grind it, oh my, I'mma say it again Somebody alert the authorities, I got criminal intent - Will the defendant please rise
flowers Wooden huts or ivory towers Centuries or hours Dark are the winter days Holy in many ways Vaults of time unshaken Whilst as through them we
hear the song High up in the trees as it moves through the leaves Listen to the wind and I'll send you my love Listen to the wind where the sky meets
For the hyrdo Lah Lah Lah Lay Lah Lah Lah Lay (for the doe) Lil' Lay Lay (that is) Nigga hit the studio And drop a song And then I get gone In the wind
I.... I feel the breeze on my face today, and all of the songs, with the bombs on the tip of my tongue see them finally melt away she's on my mind, I
ocean Where the walls rise above the Zuiderzee Long ago, I used to be a young man But dear Margaret remembers that for me Windmills whirl the winter wind She winds
cause you do it for them. I've been followed and i've been so wrong Mistakenly killed for being so thin I can flip inside out The song of trash that can rise
the winds shall carry far. When hearts shielded by conviction--keeping beats so pure and strong, Are at last as one united (a communion of steel--The Sword of Song
across the page A young man's fight has just begun And rising up inside him is a burning rage They called his dream a fantasy A song that every child
put the hammer in diesel G-Unit Game Over this is only a preview Niggas shittin' on theyself gotta rock in the huggy The coke in the pot rise to the
'm hot off the press You yesterday's news, dude, you just not fresh You cold coffee, you wet cigarettes I'm a shot of Espresso and hot morning sex Early to rise
Well, the wind blows wild and the trees are flying, old Scorpio's rising and the sky's on fire. I strolled down to the water just to watch the boats capsize
have heard in the distance A wilderness of sound and movement Repeating itself across the narrows of the mountainside The cries of creatures crashing, kill them
The ghosts of my own song have names themselves no one Run through the flowers they say The hands of the dream wind that blows from beneath them Circle
the taste of your tranquil kiss your tranquil kiss from your soft bleeding lips the anger of clashing thunder sings a song of hate sings a song of hate
skin grey matter is resurrected until you go away to see this song will be defended it will rise up again refreshed and directed my defense is this song
below your faults Now you're just boring me to death I've got a catacomb underneath the same place I lay my head I've gotta bury them blind and then
