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Six Feet Under Don T Dream It S Over

, hey now Don't dream it's over Hey now, hey now When the world comes in They come, they come To build a wall between us Don't ever let them win

it's simple really. it pretty much boils down to there being no excuse for laziness. there's no use for craziness. you should be practicin right now. it

over us and shrieks We don't hear the slightest crackle Can't see the slightest smiles And we blur into our death and the second great death Whilst we chase chicks and dream

yo life over emotions runnin' wild Like salamanders swimmin' in southwest creeks Feelin' incomplete, another story livin' [Incomprehensible] You had it, now you lost it wasn't worth it look what it

stick to they guns [Chorus 2X: Curtains] I got both feet in the game - it's problems My niggaz got heat, you got beef? It's problems Don't be nervous

she's on my mind come from the tv noble hobo corporate cutthroat got the wisdom of the tramp brother can't spare no crumbs don't you trip over the bums

-havin ass crackers changed my big check to six Times wit Dean Whitaker's sermon of the day But when I go to sleep I don't dream no more I just lay A

out It feels like it killed me My lungs are rearing know I don't need you to tell me That it's over know Yes I feel the pain I know it might suprise

out It feels like it killed me My lungs are rearing know I don't need you to tell me That it's over know Yes I feel the pain I know it might suprise