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Love this album in general it’s his final release… RIP king 🥀
Oh I know its early, we're both in a hurry, But its already late. I always loved you, I still dream of you, But the car pool won't wait. When I used to hold you, remember I told you That you'd be someone, Or was it Cinderella tellin' Rockefeller That time is the money of love ?
Oh I know its early, we're both in a hurry, But its already late. I always loved you, I still dream of you, But the car pool won't wait. When I used to hold you, remember I told you That you'd be someone, Or was it Cinderella tellin' Rockefeller That time is the money of love ?
Mar 28, 2025
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I fell over
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When I closed my eyes
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And this wallpaper
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And I follow it around the room
And I follow it around the room
Ooh Keep smoking, I love you Keep smoking, I love you Keep smoking, I still love you But I don't wanna die, I don't wanna die I don't wanna die, I don't wanna die I don't wanna die, I don't wanna die I don't wanna die, I don't wanna die (William, let me out William William, let me out William) And I sat there on the steps Considering death There were only seconds left of the night And I said hell is the sun Burning forever at the center of things A ball on fire at the center of things A ball on fire at the center of things A brain on fire at the center of things A brain on fire at the center of things I can't turn this thing off, it keeps following me Used to be so human, now it's just a machine I can't turn this thing off, it keeps following me When you say you were leaving, would you really leave? ... (Welcome to the Nevada Museum of Arts audio guide, we hope your experience will be Hello my name is Hojin Sojo I'm a senior at McQueen high school My portfolio is a collection of paintings That was created during last summer and the first half of my senior year And it's called "The Lady" And I didn't feel very well when I painted the first And I didn't feel very well when I painted the last And it was intense, it was an intense process And it was how I was trying to, very hard, personify that intensity But it's hard to talk about her now because I think she's with me at least that's how I feel And I'm trying to figure out what to do now And she represents fervour in women She is powerful yet fragile She's feared but also averts her gaze And I loved her, at least I did And- but now I feel lost And I'm unsure of what to think and feel most of the time But I just believe in her, The Lady And maybe there is a different form now that the intensity takes Enter another item number followed by the pound sign, or you can hang up and call back later)
Ooh Keep smoking, I love you Keep smoking, I love you Keep smoking, I still love you But I don't wanna die, I don't wanna die I don't wanna die, I don't wanna die I don't wanna die, I don't wanna die I don't wanna die, I don't wanna die (William, let me out William William, let me out William) And I sat there on the steps Considering death There were only seconds left of the night And I said hell is the sun Burning forever at the center of things A ball on fire at the center of things A ball on fire at the center of things A brain on fire at the center of things A brain on fire at the center of things I can't turn this thing off, it keeps following me Used to be so human, now it's just a machine I can't turn this thing off, it keeps following me When you say you were leaving, would you really leave? ... (Welcome to the Nevada Museum of Arts audio guide, we hope your experience will be Hello my name is Hojin Sojo I'm a senior at McQueen high school My portfolio is a collection of paintings That was created during last summer and the first half of my senior year And it's called "The Lady" And I didn't feel very well when I painted the first And I didn't feel very well when I painted the last And it was intense, it was an intense process And it was how I was trying to, very hard, personify that intensity But it's hard to talk about her now because I think she's with me at least that's how I feel And I'm trying to figure out what to do now And she represents fervour in women She is powerful yet fragile She's feared but also averts her gaze And I loved her, at least I did And- but now I feel lost And I'm unsure of what to think and feel most of the time But I just believe in her, The Lady And maybe there is a different form now that the intensity takes Enter another item number followed by the pound sign, or you can hang up and call back later)
Nov 4, 2024
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🎧But I remember you, you had a body
You had hands and arms and legs and et cetera
Did I fail? Did I fall?
(In the morning when I wake up, are you mine?)
Did I waste my time, waste my time on a broken heart?
(Take the trash out like a bad dream, are you gone?)
Or is this the start of the great silence?
(From the old house, the fiercest heart spoke, are you mine?)
Is this the start of every day?
(Christmas tree's dead, you know how time flies, are you gone?)
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So descend into cliché If the music has forsaken you Roll the stone over the grave I never liked that one anyways Or stare into the face Of whatever it is that's facing you And if the levee breaks You'll find out what it is that's replacing you And when the mirror breaks I wouldn't miss it for the world Call it blackstar Call it painstar The same thing happens when you touch it Did they tell you what happens when you touch it? Did they tell you what happens when you touch it? Did they tell you Did they tell me What happened to you?
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For now we see only a reflection as in a mirror; Then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known And now these two remain
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So descend into cliché If the music has forsaken you Roll the stone over the grave I never liked that one anyways Or stare into the face Of whatever it is that's facing you And if the levee breaks You'll find out what it is that's replacing you And when the mirror breaks I wouldn't miss it for the world Call it blackstar Call it painstar The same thing happens when you touch it Did they tell you what happens when you touch it? Did they tell you what happens when you touch it? Did they tell you Did they tell me What happened to you?
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For now we see only a reflection as in a mirror; Then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known And now these two remain
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Jan 24, 2024
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