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(Gary Jules) Mad World

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(The Rolling Stones) Street Fighting Man

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Hipster || By Cano Sings || Song 204. written Sunday, July 12, 2020 at 7:42 A.M. EST || LYRICS :|| Oh, baby, I’m coming for you and we’re open for business/Oh, lady, the chickies always like to call me Nuts von Crazy/Sweet sexy, do you like it rough when were in the buff?/Temptation, I’m drooling for ya you are next in rotation/Dirty girlie, a little birdie told me that you like me flirtie/Passionate Sade? Should I take my time, or call you maybe?/Prostitution. I tried to give you money but you always wanna pay me/For lip service, I like to set the timer so you know what you purchase/They call the hipster from out of time. I’ve died a million times in my mind/I’ve seen every future from here to there. Break that glass. I don’t care/Your husband hates me. I try to be a good boy but you wanna rape me/Pheromone seed. I don’t but the product. I just sweat it on thee/Copulation. There’s a line outside the door called delineation/Next the number. I’ll hand you off a slice so you taste and remember/Bitchy titty. Gimme lippy sippy if we innuendo/Double entendre. She walks into my bar and I gave it to her/Prima donna, look into my eyes, let’s turn on the sauna/Roll in the hay. Your heartbeat flutters before you get laid/They call the hipster from out of time. I’ve died a million times in my mind/I’ve seen every future from here to there. Break that glass. I don’t care/They call the hipster from out of time. I’ve died a million times in my mind/I’ve seen every future from here to there. Break that glass. I don’t care ||

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Red Granite

Red Granite | Song 205: Red Granite | aka Swirling Spirits | written Sunday, July 26, 2020 at 12:38 A.M. EST | by Cano | A=432 Hertz | And the world got so quiet/I could finely here myself think/I need a drink of water, my love/Can’t you feel me dying again?/Walk with me were going for a long while/I can see the end is coming, oh so near to me/Break the glass we’ll walk right through it/Starving again. I call it energy my friend/And from a whisper, from a spark. A word is written upon a rock/And from it comes a new beginning/From the crumbs, of their new world spinning/See me flying. See me fall/I’ve got the power. Let’s bend the wall/The greatest concert, stage levitates/And we’re over. I know how this ends/I am laid out on a slab of rock/With you, my friend/They want us dead. They want to torture us/To the point that we renounce our Faith. Only why do they haste?/And when we sit up from beyond the grave/They rave and claw like raving false/And now we walk through Canada we cross the path of future me/Flawed fallible full of regret/And erased from time. Oh, woe, is this rhyme/I’m just a ghost now. I’m not even here/Lord, please protect as we know not what we do https://rumble.com/v2si5sc-red-granite.html

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