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Seven Mary Three Wait

Yeah, it's like this.. Chubb rid-dock, nine-seven on lid-dock Son, rock.. [chorus: billy lawrence *sung*] Do you know, where you're goin to? Do you

when we get done Man this shits about to get so hecked up under the sun Six o clock pullin up and we know surveillance off Six o five guards are breaking and were waiting

cannary yellow diamonds in my Jesus piece I came back from the dead without a part of my chest Layed in a hospital bed on cardiac arrest I waited for three

and earth. To find out what he's worth. Stop and decide if you want this. Before tearing it down. I'm alone by my design. Have you been waiting there

. And that word is: free. Free to change and move. And we climb. The ladder to heaven. In my dream, we're climbing to heaven. A sublime satisfaction is waiting. Waiting

a suitcase and ticket I know you can see through the patterns Returning and leaving but outside There's just so little that matters I can't wait to just

a sport, Mary, and don?t tell Dad He need never know how He?s been had And never you mind about those seven seals Daddy was a one shot deal One, two, three

when we get done Man this shits about to get so hecked up under the sun Six o clock pullin up and we know surveillance off Six o five guards are breaking and were waiting

:] One spliff, two spliff, three spliff, four Dem bringin de chalice an we still waan more Wayne Marshall an de weed an my dro Man a weed specialist we can assure Five spliff, six spliff, seven