100 lyrics for "For the end is"
I wanna be with you, ayy, I wanna be with Give me a run for my money There is nobody, no one to outrun me So give me a run for my money Sipping bubbly, feeling lovely, living lovely Just love me I wanna be with you If I made up my mind at work, would you
PlayThe answer is blowin' in the wind The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind How many roads must a man walk down Before you call him a man? How many seas must a white dove sail Before she sleeps in the sand? How many times must the cannon balls fly
PlayDance, baby, dance, like the world is ending This is who you are Sit back and look for the warnings Baby walkin' around with your head cut off Let's start today Dance, baby, 'cause, like the world is ending The queen's heart So we pray and we pray
PlayI could be starvin', I'm fortunate I'm Future Hendrix but I'm not a guitarist Maybe my mind playin' tricks on me Could it be my ex playin' tricks on me? Big boss shit, baby, I just bought a new PJ Butler came with the elevator, greet my guests, baby
PlayWhere do we go from here? God have mercy And should we really care? The end is finally here People have round shoulders from fairing heavy loads And the soldiers liberate them, laying mines along their roads Sorrow paid for valor is too much to recall Of
PlayIt's always something less than what I thought we had before Like always, I'm blown away But right now, I feel the need for something more 'Cause there's always, there's always right now Packing your things and you storm through the house, said Mistakes
PlayAll my old friends they don't know me now Now the music divides us into tribes Let's go for a drive, see the town tonight There's nothing to do but I don't mind when I'm with you This town's so strange they built it to change And while we sleep we know
PlayFlame thrower You're on the run from the stun of the flame thrower Look to the sky and face the sun You better try to race against the gun Nothing to rival This heavy load Pray for survival End of the road Don't you believe you stand a chance in hell
PlayWeekends here, good God almighty, Yeah, yeah, yeah... But we just punched out and its paycheck Friday, Yeah the big boss man, he likes to crack that whip I ain't nothing but a number on his time card slip, I give him forty hours and a piece of my soul,
PlayThe answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind The answer is blowin' in the wind How many roads must a man walk down Before you call him a man? How many seas must a white dove sail Before she sleeps in the sand? Yes, 'n' how many times must the cannon
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