makes a man Hate another man Help me understand People are people So why should it be? (You and I shouldn't get along) People are people So why should
't understand What makes a man Hate another man Help me understand People are people So why should it be You and I should get along so awfully People are people
can't understand What makes a man Hate another man Help me understand People are people So why should it be You and I should get along so awfully People are people
each spoken word For some strange reason time just cannot wait a minute I'm chasing every second before I let go Yesterday my history, dreams are still a mystery This living is a
running off in a circle Man, I'm huddled up with my team, in other words my inner circle Fast forward a few years later Now we the fucking winner's circle
ideas, city of light, city City of ashes that the great Caliph Walked through his naked feet formed a circle And they built a city, a perfect city of
a house nobody lives in And I'm sitting in a car across the way (Let's just say) It's an early model Chevrolet (Let's just say) It's a warm and windy
give a spot on our album to a group of young people who'e also involved in the fight and they're called WEATOC from Boston Massachusetts. They're just young people
I go to ball games, the bleachers are fine I follow Winchell and read every line That's why the lady is a tramp I like a prize fight that isn't a fake
brings your way Perfection you see as your prize, oh yeah But will the circle be unbroken? You can only learn to love when you understand Accepting people as they are
god in all the wrong social circles. i could have been a programmer, but this much i still am: not a man or a teacher, just a student in denial with
god in all the wrong social circles i could have been a programmer but this much i still am: not a man or a teacher just a student in denial with more
all I see Moments together, but time's a thief Shadows recurring from times long since passed Our time and now in a perfect contrast [Female] "As I
INTRO This is not your ordinary ballad with a perfect little bow around the middle and a black knight on a white horse or a white knight on a black horse
quite just, but it's just quite impossible, a robe and a robe and a robe and a bat, no double class inverse could make lying worth dying with cheap
remember when your mouth was always open, like a stairway leading down to hell. Now your perfect body's shining, and the camera's always circling, and the boys and girls are
and slirpin' A lot like my Daddy for certain, a kid conversion She may not want the log inserted, my pick is workin' Ain't the longest dome, but it's perfect
