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[The phone is off the hook
and Jimmy s got a gun.
Sherry s in the river and
the river s gonna run again.

Mmmm, yeah.

So you don t know where to go,
you don t know where to hide,
holding all your tears,
keeping your pain inside.

With your back against the wall,
heart falling from your hands,
you throw it in the river,
the river s gonna run again.

Oh, yeah, yeah.

But yooooooou arrrrrreee not
aloooooooone.

But yooooooou re not safe
at hoooooooomme.

And you re running back, running back
when you re off track.
Lookin for a home
or a house to call your own.
You need a phone,
you feel all alone.
Don t know where to start
while you fall into part.
And you need someone to hold
your hands and cope.
You feel a little older,
you need a shoulder, oh I know.

But you re not alone...
What they will believe,
and if you wanna change,
how s it meant to be,
Oh, you wanna live a life,
You need to break away.
Counting on your hands,
the days you have left to pay.
But you]

My hopelessness, keeps me company at night
our arguments are something we cant fight,
and in my heart i know this isnt right,
but were still holding on for one last night,

And i know, you must be scared,
but i dont think,either of us prepared,
to give it all...

Wszystkie morza, oceany, opływają wszerz i wzdłuż
Porty świata ich witają, twardych ludzi słonych wód
Ech, fantazjo marynarska, co w zadymce mew
W słonej mgle i pełnym szkwale bierzesz morski chrzest

Ref.
Kapitańskie tango, z torsem w paski, miną hardą
Z fajką w zębach, długą brodą, przesiąknięte morską wodą

Oh

feat. Ludacris

This is where they stay crunk, throw it up, dubs on the Cadillac
White tees, Nikes, gangstas don t know how to act
Adamsville, Bankhead, College Park, Carver Homes
Hummers floatin on chrome
Chokin on that home-grown
They got that southern cookin
They got them fellas lookin
Thinkin I was...

All the killers

At birth given scars along tender heart liberties
injustice for awkward living situated causalities
they lay dead along your floor
careful not to wake them they re sleeping
in the morrows good mourning
the dying will discard the wish to live

Let this colony know in the name of the dead we re coming

When I kill...

The view

Who deserves a pretty tangle dream
Green hillside, hands inside hands
I lay before you like unclaimed land
You drove your bulldozer over
Wrote your name in the sand
I am new, watch the smoke move through
You ve got this world, and the wine in your hand

So you drink it down, then you look at...