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White Jack Other

Jaded, washed out These clothes don't even fit me anymore But I'll try, to get up Cause I don't feel like sleeping anymore I know your teeth are sinking

Walking home to you Walking home to you I'm talking through my wounds that I'm bleeding out for you Talking through my wounds Walking home to you I

Christmas time will soon be over, Christmas time will soon be over, Christmas time will soon be over Then we'll join the band. Wake up gals, let's

I am a poor wayfaring stranger Travelling through this world alone There is no sickness, toil, nor danger In that fair land to which I go I'm going

Il y avait un square devant chez nous plein de fleurs et d'enfants. Cest la qu'elle passait des heures toute seule installee sur un banc, toujours le

acting right 'cause both black and white is smokin' crack tonight and only time we chill is when we kill each other it takes skill to be real, time to heal each other

the fuck up" "Whoa slow down, slow down, slow down" "You see that brick house right there" "That's the nigga crib when he come out you gotta tighten his ass up" "I'ma get in the other

lacky mucks in the totem Lucy was in the sky with diamonds Five dollars to hold them The summer beneath these Pac-Man's with acid behind his molars Little white tab hollering, little white

Now I got little white kids to jack. I stopped wearin' blue, wasn't trippin' on red. Too busy squabbin' with the skinheads. Stupid questions, distract the class. Rubbin' little white