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The Cure New Day

soul so sore Allured by the lust, something money can't cure The Devil want me as is, but God, He want more Eyes closed, eyes open, great another day

to change my name to strong arm You came to get money man? That shit been long gone, come on Have much to do with nigga since Nicolas Bond Poppin' and choppin' until the day

the New Testament, uh-huh we never dead bitch, no When I look that fool in his face and tell him he's a lie Everybody want a cure but nobody wanna die

I make a brand-new-life Fashioned out of brand-new strife And when I hear the doorbell ring I can never let them in to me Pain is in me every day When

this the fall? Is this goodbye? Not really sure, perhaps I should try New catalog something to buy That ought to cure my lonely insides How long can I wait another day

breath and no more light I've burned every candle and extinguished every fear And I've waited for your time to pass To bring in my new year Something

. Make them believe, this cure makes you pure. Make them believe, today we all fall. Signs, words written in beginning of time. Repudiate, purification began. A wave of new

party Girls are scantily clad and showin' body A chick walks by, you wish you could sex her But you're standin' on the wall like you was Poindexter Next day

from a-Lou'sian' tonight Well I never have wandered down to New Orleans Never have drifted down a bayou stream But I heard that music on the radio And I swore some day