We've got to get away, get away And the rest of our lives we'll be free You and me, we're helpless can't you see Got to move on, catch the next next train And we'll be gone Get your blue jeans right on, babe Put on your old brown shoes Right on your feet Time

Roll me over next next to the wall You and I in the bed might lie And you and I in a bed might lie A noblemen's fair daughter Came down a narrow lane. And met with Captain Wedderburn, The keeper of the game Now my pretty fair miss If it wasn't for the law,

I'll give it to someone special Last Christmas, I gave you my heart But the very next next day you gave it away This year, to save me from tears A face on a lover with a fire in his heart Once bitten and twice shy I keep my distance But you still catch my eye

I hope you had a great summer, a great summer away Some pretty pictures in my head Left your clothes next next to the bed The kid you used to be Do you love me, you love me, you love me, do you love me now? But I know that you're still there Why'd I let you

Groupie love I know what you're thinking of You want my You're in the bar, playing guitar I'm trying not to let the crowd next next to me It's so hard sometimes with a star When you have to share him with everybody You're in the club, living it up I'm trying

So gimme all of you in exchange for me Just give me all of you in exchange for me, for me This what happen when I think about you I get in my feelings, yeah I start reminiscing, yeah Next Next time around, fuck I want it to be different, yeah Waiting on a

We can make it work We, Jah people, can make it work Come together and make it work, yeah Five days to go, working for the next next day Four days to go, working for the next next day Say we got, three days to go now, working for the next next day Two days to go (ooh),

You got niggas and I got bitches I want you, to turn up on me Every night when I see you Better recognize when I see you I really want you, you, you Hit the club for you, you, you Even look like Lauren London too I be tripping, but this money ain't Hit

You're gonna be the one Stealing all my love back, giving it to him Bang, bang, bang, this time I win I thought your love was all that, On to the next next one That's hoping When I'm out having fun That's broken Bang, bang, bang I'm breaking in

As predicted years ago: that that was, that is, that is no more There was a king (an evil king), who dreamt the wickedest of dreams Washington is next! Of seven empires falling; the wolf is at my door The quiet war has begun with silent weapons And the