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write for myself You can't change me Nothing else to look for How can I keep going anymore I'm tired of wasting my days Searching for something...
We're going down our hope has drowned tonight we don't need this now it is so far from what it needs to be this is dead to me in my head dreams of
This is a ghost town to me the population fades away everyday this is a ghost town to me am i the only one alone? we're all alone this is a ghost
My world is changing the sky used to be so true i'm losing faith i can't see any use the mountains will fall the seas will rise up and cover us
The past few years i've come to know a place that turns its back on everything i own a place where change is wrong and where i've held my dreams for
This is the start of something new forget about everything you knew monuments fall like the sun in yesterdays sky it's like an endless cry in my
and lonely nights somehow nothing else seemed so right to be with you is all i want to do living for something where each day brings something new
1993 I am holding something precious It is mine, but not my own When I'm lonely I hold it gently And I know I'm not alone Ever changing, we are becoming Something
shit worth dying for, ah, huh Dom, dom, dom, thought I heard something Last cat that I heard frontin', burned up herb huntin' Word 'cause, my heard something, splurge something
will see it done! [JAVERT] But M'sieur Mayor! [VALJEAN] I will see it done! [JAVERT] But M'sieur Mayor! [VALJEAN] I will see it done! [VOICES] Look
between black and white I disappear Circled around the stone until I landed here I'm done dying for the past I'm done dying for the past I'm done dying I'm done
thought process The thought process Now, now as an Outkast I was born, wasn't warned of the harm That would come to meet me like Met Life, but yet life done
kids Chorus Verse Five: G-Dep Dom Dom Dom Thought I heard something Last cat that I heard frontin Burned up herb huntin Word cause, my heard something Splurge something
my...thought process The thought process... Now as an Outkast I was born, wasn't warned of the harm That would come to meet me like Met Life, but yet life Done
your kids Chorus Verse Five: G-Dep Dom Dom Dom Thought I heard something Last cat that I heard frontin Burned up herb huntin Word cause, my heard something Splurge something
