From dust of distant stars
Threats of nuclear war
Could you
and oh
how come i don't awake to the sun no
Iye-iye-iye ya ya
oh whoa oh oh
Iye-iye-iye ya ya
oh whoa oh
Diggin' on new scenes
Like takin' the back streets
And
[instrumental]
The neighborhood is battered is from the day
My resting place
Oh motherfucker
No I couldn't give a shit about that
Oh
well, i never wanted lace in,
except the ones that i
When you look the sky what faces do you see?
I
My head can't recall what the sight was like
Was I
Lately pain's been driving me harder
Than any pleasure I
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