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Five For Fighting The Taste

where everything?s divine Well I find I still got the taste for you I still got the taste for you I still got the taste for you I still got the taste for

where everything?s divine Well I find I still got the taste for you I still got the taste for you I still got the taste for you I still got the taste for

Here where everything?s divine Well I find I still got the taste for you I still got the taste for you I still got the taste for you I still got the taste for

Syndicate Sniper Boston Strangler, Charles Manson No matter what killer I mention, keep dancin _Five Fingers Of Death_, _Fists Of Fury_ St. Valentine's Day Massacre on a jury Wanna convict me for

love can do Five years breaking hearts in two Still I don't want nobody else Too busy thinking 'bout myself Too busy thinking 'bout myself Well, you and your lips they taste

scream for help, blend in with the ??? and hoes You try to sit but their ain't know spaces The floor is a desert, a party oasis I know your on the tip for

few chips, you could blow wit' me Oh, and I got a girl, shh, keep that on the low for me Yo, shorty, if you drive, I let you push the five We could take

is football shaped It's just for me to kick in space And I can see, hear, smell, touch, taste And I've got one, two, three, four, five Senses working

Fight to make their incomes larger--mounted on their 'credit charges.' Held within the safety of this mundane existence-- Facing endless grey Mondays of dull nine to fives