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Story Of The Year Burning Years

feather. From this house of our friendship, shut the door and light the match. Throw behind you, walk away. (You burn it down, you burn it down!) These ashes These ashes These ashes burn

. From this house of our friendship, shut the door and light the match. Throw behind you, walk away. (You burn it down, you burn it down!) These ashes These ashes These ashes burn

. From this house of our friendship, shut the door and light the match. Throw behind you, walk away. (You burn it down, you burn it down!) These ashes These ashes These ashes burn

on beats Got guns to make you squash the beef, knuckle up and guard your teeth Or pose and throw dose like Leon Spinks The type to burn money money, then

by the year 2000 I'll be thuggin, but so immaculate I gotta get some money, blast if I get hungry So if you read that I done flipped, then you know the story

dips hips sweeter when I call her "mamacita" Not a lover, a fighter, no need to loving these see Didn't like the Brady Bunch, for many years I had a

Oh, but that was alright with me Cause I loved her from a distance Like an angel watching from afar I never had the nerve to mention The fire burning

how you feel, because i was just like you, and this story ends so fast, you burn your fingertips and you can't get back, the way you feel, this bitter year

will tell the story The sword will tell the tale The sword will tell the story The swords of the black knights Plundering the village then burning it