richard-allen-pogueWhisper

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Little Dancer Girlcome my little ballerina dance for me / do some pretty twirls on stage, put a trance on me / let my eyes indulge on the beauty of you movements
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Some Kind of CuteShe's like some kinda cute. / She’s like “comic book, best friend next door”, cute. / As if some special, specific sign of wanting without intent.
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Life is about taking chancesLife is about taking chances. / Life is about making chances. / Life is about missing chances.
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Last goodbyes to my little fireflyGrow up little firefly, you're running from a past that isn't even chasing you. / But if you insist on pretending that I don't exist I will continue my manner of work. / I'll make the landscape inescapable.
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Kick in the teethShe's like a switchblade dancing across my tongue. / She's like a hurricane crashing through my lungs. / She's like a nightmare strangling my dreams.
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Hurricanes and HelicoptersHurricanes and Helicopters / Marching bands, and Missile launchers. / World War VI on the door step of the next generation.
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Epic Word PlayThis is my Epic word play, like crippling cliches, putting Shakespeare on a delay, my sentences run a relay. / I speak so quickly you need a replay, but it's still too slick, thats what she say. / I bring dismay like a dark cloud on a clear day, roar so loud I make the lightning pray.
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DayDreamsDaydreams of you haunt me at night, the frightening sight of me holding you tight. / Breathing heavy, sweating, looking for a lip to bite. / It might be nightmarish to stare into your cold eyes, but cold stares don't lie,
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Weeping YogiI am the Weeping Yogi / I can, and shall bare all. / The oceans of tears.
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Save it for the streetsAll that thuggish bravado, those wannabe tough guys throwing up gang signs like fireworks of the fourth of ju-lie.Save it for the streets, keep it out the homes. Let the lead run down these meaningless gutters, don't let the fam see whats shown.Save it for the streets, the vanity of this rap realm, a world of hard words and harder falls.Save it for the streets, keep the guns out of school, keep the **** inside down, til that bell rings and the streets are open. Let the hatred fly, green light means go, yellow means get out the mutherfukin way, and red means bleed ***** bleed.Save it for the streets, all the death of the hood, leave it in the streets, black streets turn red.Save it for the streets, cause homes were built for one man armies or gang bangin fools, families can be supported on hot lead and sorrow.So next time you feel the urge to go buckwild, and let off some steam, just remember I said "Save it for the streets".
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