your life It's like musical chairs You're still young you don't care You'll be stopping the song when you start getting on a bit in years (We run around 'til the music
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like my wrist been cut And we just made it back from Beijing Seen my jeweler, told him melt the bird down to eight rings But then the music stopped,
when them tears bein dried by the sink (damn) It was cold in the winter, my community centers who gave me dinner I ain't mind, my table chairs gave me
Aint There When Them Tears Bein' Dried By The Sink It Was Cold In The Winter My Community Centers Who Gave Me Dinner I Aind Mind My Table Chairs Gave
The hangman's in the noose The prisoner is loose The wheel has come around And the velvet curtain coming down And left it there A suitcase on a chair
I've heard there was a secret chord That David played, and it pleased the Lord But you don't really care for music, do you? Well, it goes like this, the
You walk around in circles, I walk around in squares. Another round of musical chairs. And maybe no one really cares about the way we walk. The record
y'self fitter Analytics have got My type worked out Analytics on me The poison render I grope about And when I go out My mind splits My eyes doth hurt The musical chairs
of stone? Did you ever Jemmy a stable door Or scare the horse to escape the snow? Did you ever invade a neat little yard Wake up the children who hope for ghosts
When Them Tears Bein' Dried By The Sink It Was Cold In The Winter My Community Centers Who Gave Me Dinner I Aind Mind My Table Chairs Gave Me Splinters
ll Ain't There When Them Tears Bein' Dried By The Sink It Was Cold In The Winter My Community Centers Who Gave Me Dinner I Aind Mind My Table Chairs Gave
THE MANAGERS' OFFICE (Desk, chairs, papers. FIRMIN is scornfully eyeing a newspaper article) FIRMIN "Mystery after gala night," if says, "Mystery of
of the system, go sit back in your chair If you love the underground baby, lend me your ear Cause this the music that the majors don't want you to hear
Heard me) Big Tone Starks in the building, now, come on [Chorus 2X: Trife Da God (Solomon Childs)] (Man up) Somebody gon' get laid down (Man up) Whether music
my wrist been cut And we just made it back from Beijing Seen my jeweler, told him melt the bird down to eight rings And the music stopped, Jada stood
