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I have decided
That what I see on the T.V.
And what I read in those magazines
Means nothing to me
I am free from everything and anything you want me to believe
Cancellation has come and I'm pulling out
Dismissal
It's not going to happen anymore
I've been through it too many times
Assaulted by standards asking for decline
Drop off the pressure
Consistent and pure
Dispense the appropriate
Meaningless meaning
Well it's no longer working
Your shit means nothing to me
Your shit means nothing to me
This is dismissal
And if it don't make sense to
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My time coming, any day, don't worry about me, no
Been so long I felt this way, I'm in no hurry, no
Rainbows and down that highway where ocean breezes blow
My time coming, voices saying they tell me where to go.
Don't worry about me, nah nah nah, don't worry about me, no
and I'm in no hurry, nah nah nah, I know where to go.
California, preaching on the burning shore
California, I'll be knocking on the golden door
Like an angel, standing in a shaft of light
Rising up to paradise, I know I'm gonna shine.
My time coming, any day, don't worry about me, no<
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Entrerò nei tuoi sogni con una spada sotto il mantello
Per mandare via i fantasmi dalle mura del tuo castello,
porterò un cuneo di legno per il cuore dei vampiri
attirati dal tuo sorriso,assetati dei tuoi sospiri
e una pallottola d’argento per i lupi più affamati
che vorrebbero sbranarsi i tuoi baci più prelibati,
ma le streghe non ci sono più, anzi, non ci sono state mai
e questa notte Doctor Jekyll ha sconfitto Mr. Hyde.
Ho una scudo di cristallo scolpito da mago Merlino
Contro i draghi di metallo, se incendia
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[B.G.]
You know 'bout me and my chopper, nigga
Watch this
Nigga, I'm dressed in my T, Girbauds, and Reeboks
Gotta settle beef for a nigga shot up my block
Get my clique, load them things up in the van
Don't matter - they in front the law we gon' blast
We creepin', sweepin' to catch these niggas slippin'
Every hood we think they be in we dippin'
Even through people, all through people yard
Believe me - tonight they goin' to (??)
We ridin' all night, finally got lucky
We saw 'em chillin' back, turned on the block hustlin'
Hit the lights, park, jumped ou
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