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Son, I'm 30
I only went with your mother 'cause she's dirty
And I don't have a decent bone in me
What you get is just what you see yeah
I see it so I take it freely
And all the bad piss ugly things I feed me
I never help or give to the needy
Come on and see me
I had to crucify some brother today
And I don't dig what you gotta say
So come on and say it
Come on and tell me twice
I said dad you're shabby
You run around and groove like a baggy
You're only here just out of habit
All that's mine you might as well have it
You take ten feet back and then stab it
Spray it on and 'tag it
So sack on me
I can't stand the needy
Get around here if you're asking you're feeling
I had to crucify somebody today
And I don't dig what you gotta say
So come on and say it
Come on and tell me twice
So sack all the needy
I can't stand to leave it
You come around here and you put both your feet in
I had to crucify somebody today
And I don't dig what you gotta say
So go on and say it
I had to crucify some brother today
And I don't hear what you gotta say
So come on and say it
Come on and tell me twice
Kinky Afro
City nights
Summer breeze makes you feel all right
Neon lights
Shining brightly make your brain ignite
See the girls with the dresses so tight (give you love)
Give you love if the price is right
Black or white
In the streets there's no wrong and no right, no
Outta sight
Buy your kicks from the man in the white
Feels all right
Powder pleasure in your nose tonight
See the men paint their faces and cry (like some girl)
Like some girl it makes you wonder why
City life
Sure is cool but it cuts like a knife (like a knife), it's your life
So forget all that you see
It's not reality
It's just a fantasy
Can't you see
What this crazy life is doing to me?
Life is just a fantasy
Can you live this fantasy life?
Life is just a fantasy
Can you live this fantasy life?
So forget all that you see
It's not reality
It's just a fantasy
Can't you see
What this crazy life is doing to me? Yeah
Life is just a fantasy
Can you live this fantasy life?
Life is just a fantasy
Can you live this fantasy life?
Life is just a fantasy
Can you live this fantasy life?
Life is just a fantasy
Can you live this fantasy life?
I know
I know
There was a time in your life
When it was easier livin' all alone
Find yourself livin' on the edge
Of another reason why you can't go home
I got news for you
Nothing's lost if what we have is love
Just someone to catch you when you fall
Is the only thing you wanted at all
You need a hero, someone to rescue you
Yeah, someone that you can run to
You need a hero, someone to rescue you
Don't run away, I'm waitin' to love you
We're just a heartbeat apart
Closer than we've ever been before
I'll be there to catch you when you fall
It's the only thing you wanted at all
You need a hero, someone to rescue you
Just someone that you can run to
You need a hero, someone to rescue you
Don't run away, I'm waitin' to love you
I'll be there to catch you when you fall
It's the only thing you wanted at all
You need a hero, someone to rescue you
Yeah, someone that you can run to
You need a hero, someone to rescue you
Don't run away, don't run away
You need a hero, someone to rescue you
You need a hero, someone to rescue you
Don't run away, I'm here for you
You need a hero, someone to rescue you
You need a hero
I'm alone, sitting with my empty glass
My four walls follow me through my past
I was on a Paris train, I emerged in London rain
And you were waiting there, swimming through apologies
I remember searching for the perfect words
I was hoping you might change your mind
I remember a soldier sleeping next to me
Riding on the Metro
You wore white, smiling as you took my hand
So removed, we spoke of wintertime in France
Minutes passed with shallow words
Years have passed and still the hurt
Oh, I can see you now, smiling as I pulled away
I remember the letter wrinkled in my hand
"I'll love you always" filled my eyes
I remember a night we walked along the Seine
Riding on the Metro
I remember a feeling coming over me
The soldier turned, then looked away
I remember hating you for loving me
Riding on the Metro
I'm alone, sitting with my broken glass
My four walls follow me through my past
I was on a Paris train, I emerged in London rain
And you were waiting there, swimming through apologies, sorry
I remember searching for the perfect words
I was hoping you might change your mind
I remember a soldier sleeping next to me
Riding on the Metro
Reap the wild wind
A finger points to show a scene. (Take my hand. Take my hand.)
Another face where mine had been. (Take my hand. Take my hand.)
Another footstep where I once walked. (Take my hand)
Take it all.
You take my hand and give me your friendship.
I'll take my time and send you my slow reply.
Give me an inch and I'll make the best of it.
Take all you want and leave all the rest to die.
Reap the wild wind.
A footprint haunts an empty floor. (Take my hand. Take my hand.)
A fading coat that I once wore. (Take my hand. Take my hand.)
Oh, desolation where I once lived.
I have seen in times gone by.
I have felt a different shadow on the wall,
A stranglehold on a certain feeling.
You take my hand and give me your friendship.
I'll take my time and send you my slow reply.
Give me an inch and I'll make the best of it.
Take all you want and leave all the rest to die.
Reap the wild wind.
You take my hand and give me your friendship.
I'll take my time and send you my slow reply.
Give me an inch and I'll make the best of it.
Take all you want and leave all the rest to die.
Reap the wild wind.
A man who is sexually attracted to young children. Most often the time, they can appear normal and nobody would ever suspect that they are one.
Also known as a Child molester, or Chomoâs. Most male pedophiles stereotypically have long shaggy beards, long hair, 1970âs looking greasy shabby clothing; and tend to look like homeless men. They often wear beards because they are closet homosexuals and they find beards to be sexually arousing.
Although many pedophiles come in all shapes and sizes and can differ in appearance.
An extremely normal looking man who is clean-cut and baby-faced can be a pedophile, too. Female pedophiles are rare but are typically babysitters; and they are usually middle aged or old and (often) unattractive women.
Bournemouth and Poole in County Dorset, England are both renowned pedophile hotbeds.
I find you in the morning
After dreams of distant signs
You pour yourself over me
Like the sun through the blinds
You lift me up
And get me out
Keep me walking
But never shout
Hold the secret close
I hear you say
You know the way
It throws about
It takes you in
And spits you out
It spits you out
When you desire
To conquer it
To feel you're higher
To follow it
You must be clean
With mistakes
That you do mean
Move the heart
Switch the pace
Look for what seems out of place
On and on it goes
Calling like a distant wind
Through the zero hour we'll walk
We'll cut the thick and break the thin
No sound to break no moment clear
When all the doubts are crystal clear
Crashing hard into the secret wind
You know the way
It twists and turns
Changing color
Spinning yarns
You know the way
It leaves you dry
It cuts you up
And takes you high
You know the way
It's painted gold
Is it honey
Is it gold
You know the way
It throws about
It takes you in
And spits you out
Oh, cuts you up
Oh, cuts you up
Oh, cuts you up
Oh, la la la la la la la la
You know the way
It throws about
It takes you in
And spits you out
It spits you out
When you desire
To conquer it
To feel you're higher
To follow it
You must be clean
With mistakes
That you do mean
Move the heart
Switch the pace
Look for what
Seems out of place
Oh, cuts you up
Oh, cuts you up
It's o.k.
It goes this way
The line is thin
It twists away
Cuts you up
And spits you out
Keeps you walking
But never shout
Oh
Oh