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something kind To find your reason Coming up on it everyday for Look at me and it's what I stay for A little locket of fantasy That we believe in Lilacs
a kiss....Uh...Ummm.. Day of the sunflowers, we march on, day of the sunflowers... We march on (x5) Open like a flower! We march on (3) Just a
what I'm sayin'? And then you know what I'm sayin'? What make that even mo' fucked up I'm watchin' a Million Man March And I see the same bitch, on the Million Man March
today I see you posing with the Dr King hanging on your wall Only difference is Chuck might give you that call To march on Friday, yeah, it's kind of
air, wax and soul Sound waves slay out the back, can't smoke My belly-full prance dance, avalanche quote Down slope, elegant as Fantasia Killer whale
The lady's adrift in a foreign land Singing on issues both humble and grand A decade flew past her and there on the page She read that the prince had
to be rid of all the fantasies I'm hiding in ......f............g......................a...... a/asus4/a And I wanna lay my lips on your explosive mouth
Jasmine 49 baby, is a number that ain't mine Drinking scented tea with someboy on your knee and that somebody ain't me, no Jasmine 49 is a number that
't make none Scared money don't make none Callin' haves and have nots, every cell on the block Every nigga with a trigger, empty barreled or cocked March
Come on watch the models Putting on their makeup You could smell it from a mile away it?s destruction and corrupt Let?s go to Hollywood March down that
Thinking of an age old dream, places I have never seen, Fantasies lived times before. I split my brain, melt through the floor. Over clouds my mind will
smokie summerdays Celebration in a new day's dawn The line of black boxes march along Kiss their hands, don't wait to make a try To touch souls on journey
the plan or return to dust Feel observed cause mother knows where you hide Did you look at the big eye set for us Technocarnivore mothermouth March past on
on Soul stealer's, true believers Spies now they are gone And as they ride away, forsake the ones who saved us Winter's dawning on a lost, fallen war
past) Cynicism save me. Turn me around and march me back up the sidewalk to my door. Take me back inside and throw my trench-coat on the floor. Lead
land And we must resist them on every level. As outsiders we have few right with which to oppose them, But on our own, together, we seek them. They have
When wealth swung the whip On sweat sown your power Now harvest billions of enemies! Oppression is deserved for who complies to fit within It is fantasy