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Bright Eyes On My Way To Work

are coughing And the older ones they are dying Maybe we are all dying I pass a graveyard on my way to work Today I saw two dozen white roses On a fresh

are coughing, and the older ones are dying. Maybe we are all dying. I pass a graveyard on my way to work, today I saw two dozen white roses on a fresh

ones are coughing, and the older ones are dying. Maybe we are all dying. I pass a graveyard on my way to work, today I saw two dozen white roses on a

on my way I know its frightening now i can tell by the pain in your eyes when the rent was late again To Strong to fold being on your own Lord bless her

Kweli] Black, my family thick, like they're striped molasses Star, on the rise, in the eyes of the masses Black is the color of my true love's hair Star

from a broken sky Traced out by the city lights My world from a mile high Best seat in the house tonight Touch down on the cold black top Hold on

a Camaro with this dude from L.A. I blew that Camaro off my back and drove that little girl away But now there's wrinkles around my baby's eyes And she

I got to cross getting books And records off my check list There's so many beautiful people out today So I'm walking like hunter S. On my way to Circle K My eyes

bane blooms And the winter moon is bright" Listen to them The children of the night What sweet music they make Iniquitous I share Carmilla's mask A gaunt mephitic voyeur On