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Mary Black Golden Mile

I'm walkin' along golden mile with a soldier's twirl I must be the luckiest soul in the whole wide world O foolish thing here I go again There's no faith

, I hold notes and carry tunes My guise pack heat enough to bury June, on my feet I'm getting married soon, walking in the clouds like Mary Bethune Fumes

The door stands open - Across lines, invisible hands are held, golden streamers building in the night. Alone, the possibilities are enormous. Step outside

Let's reinvent the gods, all the myths of the ages Celebrate symbols from deep elder forests [Have you forgotten the lessons of the ancient war] We need great golden

so harmless 'til I seen a picture of a shorty armless and here's the conflict it's in a black person's soul to rock that gold spend ya whole life tryna

lift my keys! (yeah!) Brand new spankin' Franklyn's I land where it's ancient, they race to thank him. (uh-huh!) A million miles away out in space jus

Yes Sir, I Will" The door stands open - Across lines, invisible hands are held, golden streamers building in the night. <a href="http://www.testimania

my Jesus Piece was so harmless 'til I seen a picture of a shorty armless And here's the conflict It's in a black person's soul to rock that gold Spend