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Broken Bones Nowhere To Run

No place to run and hide To free the pain that's in my mind The whole world's falling in on me My brain is numb, my eyes they cannot see Jump into your

cemeteries, don't worry it's time to visit Broke bones, tombstones, how do you think I'm kidding Its home, sweet home, the land of the forbidden All hail, run

, Tuesday, Wednesday Thursday, Friday, Saturday thugs Everyday thugs we be Bone Thug, ah Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday Thursday, Friday, Saturday thugs Everyday thugs we be Bone

with Bone Thugs Kicking Faygo, and smoking more weed with ICP It's motherfucking Richter from the Kottonmouth Kings [Layzie Bone] It ain't nowhere to run

me I fall into the sky like I was falling into a beautiful blue sea I want to stop the world and hide But there's nowhere to run and no place left inside

huh? Whatcha gon' do, whatcha gon' do When they come for you, come for you, what? [TQ] [1] - No, ain't nowhere to run And no, ain't nowhere to hide

homes To look down on the ruins was to sympathize and pity All the suffering and heartache, all the graves and broken bones For buried there a testament

away Fire moves away, son And why would you say I was the last one? All my bones they are gone, gone, gone Take my bones, I don't need none Cold, cold

you half close your eyes You can make out mine in the ghostly light And you'll hear me cry, "It's not me? Though you shrink in fear, I am nowhere near