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  • By Ian Moore, On her knees she?s divine Another angel you trimmed but she
  • By Ian Moore, Sing me a lullaby Won?t you wipe away my pain Take me
  • By Ian Moore, Brother to brother, soldier to a sage Quietly pressing along the
  • By Ian Moore, She sits by his side On vinyl seats Her thighs are stickin' It's
  • By Ian Moore, Driftin' behind the sun, floatin' Watch the satellites pass slowly Why do
  • By Ian Moore, Lady she don?t like no other women being around Shoots her
  • By Ian Moore, Wind, pick up this dandelion flower Blow it far away from
  • By Ian Moore, Wind is blowin? And it?s blowin? in my mind Spirits they've been
  • By Ian Moore, I was so high I didn't see you there You had
  • By Ian Moore, Riding through Harlem In my bulletproof car Inside a glass shell you
  • By Ian Moore, Lights all around I'm going down town Congress Avenue Bridge Is taking me
  • By Ian Moore, So you were twisted, you were lied to You're the object
  • By Ian Moore, Callin' me up from a deep sleep dreamin' Black cat keeps
  • By Ian Moore, I'll be waiting for you at Leary's Gate Elevate your mind,
  • By Ian Moore, Mornin' feels like a drag when you're all messed up Ain't
  • By Ian Moore, Well, the morning is fading to the day And I lie
  • By Ian Moore, This three piece suit is wearing me thin I got an
  • By Ian Moore, In the morning Lay You down in tender grace In the morning The
  • By Ian Moore, Jesus lived in a ramshackle shack With a fat New Orleans
  • By Ian Moore, Pretty mamma break me from these chains You told me that
  • By Ian Moore, Well, the distance makes you pretty And now you're cracked and
  • By Ian Moore, If I fell at your feet Would you ever notice me? Ohh,
  • By Ian Moore, I've been really trying To get some peace of mind But the
  • By Ian Moore, I'm lookin' through a compromised solution Humble till I'm livin' like
  • By Ian Moore, Bloody hand know your way Lay him down, his death will
  • By Ian Moore, Lay me in flowers, sweet magnolia New Orleans style Play, me a
  • By Ian Moore, Power, well you hit them harder Hatred, conceal the martyr Big time
  • By Ian Moore, The sun is sinking away from me And it leaves me
  • By Ian Moore, And then the rains they cameFrom thick and broken cloudsAnd
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