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Genre
Charts
Peak #1,468
Peak in subgenre #106
Author
Neeko Vercetti
Uploaded
March 11, 2011
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MP3 5.6 MB • 128 kbps • 6:05
Story behind the song
Even getting a job at Sonic Drive In after all of the "accolades" gave a feeling of success, so the arguments which continued only became fuel because a husband cannot die, nor can a soldier, but once.
Lyrics
Your soul looms to break loose from the staggering drop, like it or not, the thrill stops when you fall from the top. A congregational shock, you're not expected to flop. So many locks on what you've got, you feel caught in a plot. However, you're not characterized by settings and storylines. Themes only make wallpapers and backgrounds online. You want a theme for your home, doing what's never been shown, from school to working hard. Responsibly, you have grown. In the real world, seemingly, unprepared and surviving off of a lot more than balance you're not comprimising. Attracted to commitment, you have slowed down to listen so every inkling and smidgen of wisdom enters your system. Mistakes made, still you're looking to be betrayed because a sideways gaze has your peripheral swayed and you ignore. Stepping forward, you're not in debt with attention 'cause you're focused on giving every bit to family members. A breath of fresh air and a step in the right direction has your melon swelling to give your kin sensations of Heaven. At the very least, hope and faith in you to set examples and step out to the front as the leader with your guiding angels empowered by His grace, no gamble, you are the handle, enameled in baptismal, blinding, bright channels, a prism of rhythym solely for lifting souls to Him, a saturated vessel comprised of musical hymns and since no good deed goes unpunished, you're a target in crosshairs with infrared beams on your mark, get set, walk your pace. You don't forget that He carries and no anonymous trace of a fallen angel shall bury God's children. It is written, scripted and glorified that you have a gift implanted from His grace inside. Unpardoned, you have started a charge at tomorrow's darkest harbor to garter peace stalkers and make them the offer to gain and sustain the plain where truth reigns and claim without strain you lane free from the pain. A course where we remorse, but not regret for the teaching and the homework increasing knowledge revealing the ceiling of a physical obstace and a tangible tobacle. Might stop who? Not you. You are proof. Disputes are through. Through the smoke, you see sillhouettes of shadows emerging encouraging your flourishing in courage, unnerving. Superfluous. A surplus determines no surface, but quantity, so commonly, is an ideology that's monetary. Not the way it's got to be, nor, is it how it ought to be. You're securely and thoroughly pure and surrender free. Decks stacked up against you still games are not an issue. Play hard and working hard to raise your family so special. We all want success...tell me who wants to fail? You give the world your expression and hope it waits to exhale. In hell? Where did that come from? That thought is a conundrum. Actually, factually pandemonium. God bestowed earth's flow, darling. Looking past the mess and the problems, soaking up attention, Nick Minajing. You can imagine, boo, like Majin, Dragonball Z, Akira Toriyama. Your will of fire expires not until the Sire has desire to pull you from the dryer and your lighterupts, the great divider plus inspire. You admire the notion to be open like a spiral notebook. Your design stirs like a kinder focused fighter night or sight blurred, Rosewood. Deliverance, your magnificence stands out and God's omnipotence emits a blissful strength to the fragile. Serious. Love does not believe in commitment anymore, but you are far from disbelieving and giving up the war. Contest for the roses and trust in the world. God bless all your foes, bless us all in the world. Standing tall in the world we can all heal the world. Many fall stuck enthralled with the thrills of the world, but you know as well as I from unique life lessons that just because exterior or veins from the flexing appeals to the senses and breaks moral fences or tears down innocence or drowns us in trenches of ethical stereotypes and valuable garbage doesn't make us slow minded, lazy or weakhearted. This world is a place so
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