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Handsome

We follow those with no heart they tell us false words to live by they are the ones who walk with the dead these entities bound by conformity my life

He was a handsome musician But he had an ugly scar You could not see it on him But you could hear it when he played guitar Naked and nervous silence

across the sand She been a-walkin' thirty miles en route to Bombay. To get a brown eyed handsome man Her destination was a brown eyed handsome man Way

father? Why does he look like a carving? How do I live in the present? I make my own density? And Ah-Ah-Ah! Who did your Photoshop handsome? You ready

It's all a pretty female, as you may understand Her mind invent her ramblin' unto some foreign land She dressed herself in sailors clothes or so it does

Yeah... Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh Grand Puba, Dattie X... dig it [Grand Puba] Get up out my way, it's Grand Pub's turn to shine Hurt MCs ride the

Holy Calamity Scream insanity All you ever gonna be's another great fan of me Break! Bear Witness (Yo!) Bear Witness (Yo!) Bear Witness (Yo!) Holy Calamity

"Everybody used to think of him as.. well more like a bum, sort of, a musical bum.. than anything else" [singing] Your love, is my sanity Your love,

[Insert] "I'm not guilty ahahaha Does that include the time I stole a Comic Book when I was 5 years old? Aha! I'm not guilty of the charges that Have