birds of winter fly; and the wheel turns, and people change - scattered ashes to the wind. And there's no pain, there's no pain, there's no pain A dry
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Wanted to go to college But no money was nothing new Wanted to get away Go, see the world and do something new He got approached In the mall by the army
take it cause we just couldn't stand the wait like Jenny Craig [Bigg Jus] Now that's my man the scripture puzzler, bringin a pain device disguiser for
thing that I do" Heading out of Bradford with a ticket on the train And a faith as hard as steel and as sharp as any pain Gets pictures in the papers
're doing I stand on these hills and I watch Her at night A thousands square miles, a million orange lights Wounded and scarred, She lies silent in pain
first punch Perhaps the more you know the more you get scared In the end you left on your mission To find a reason for all this pain And how I wish I'
first punch Perhaps the more you know the more you get scared In the end you left on your mission to find a reason for all this pain And how I wish I
You and I, we're nearly full circle It's just a touch away And all the seeds we've sown in a lifetime They'll come good some day Pain is what you live
luck in the whole wide world May you never be broken like they say you will Waking up sudden from a nightmare - you were walking the line in pain With
the wire above the hollow darkness Trying not to look down No Rest for the wicked is still how it goes Twisted up and turning in my bed alone And separation pains
(Sullivan) I put my hands into the roaring flames I felt the pain as it started to burn I've done the same thing over again and again As if I never ever
go, beneath the vapour trails - tangled up inside in a web of lies, hostages of fortune and savage tales. Well, you entered stage in blood and pain,
Sullivan/Heaton Under darkening thundering tavering skies We live throogh these painful days Walking like strangers in streets of damnation Under the
desperate will It hurts just the way it hurts today Those moments come, then recede away Better to accept what you cannot change The less the pain . . .
fools The incrowd know that the shell is thin So they all protect the cage they're in Get drunk and stoned and wrecked again No tears of rage, no cries of pain
scores I understand the rules of war The way the slate is cleaned . . . Shot 18 Who wants another Christian martyr? Who wants someone else's pain?
