100 lyrics for "Here at the end, end"

Stand! Stand! Ooh! Stand! Na na na na na na na na na nah Ooo ooo stand! In the end you'll still be you One that's done all the things you set out to do There's a cross for you to bear Things to go through if you're going anywhere For the things you know
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But you got your friends too Should've left you a long time ago All my niggas done told me so But my niggas don't hold me tight When I'm sleeping in my bed at night, only you There are times I think about that fateful day I threw your love away Every
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Be my friend, hold me Wrap me up, unfold me I am small, and needy Warm me up, and breathe me Help, I have done it again I have been here many times before Hurt myself again today And the worst part is there's no one else to blame Ouch, I have lost myself
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Where the real nigga ride and the rest die Ay don't be out here talking bout shit that you don't know about You catch a lick and do your time, you don't testify Never trust the word of a dope fiend Keep a strap at all times run them numbers up If that
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Downtown’s dead without you Girls walk by and friends say hi Then Friday night it might as well be just another Tuesday night without you As long as you’re still in my head There ain’t a way that I can paint a ghost town red Downtown’s dead, downtown’s
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If I had to do the same again I would, my friend, Fernando There was something in the air that night The stars were bright, Fernando They were shining there for you and me For liberty, Fernando Though I never thought that we could lose There's no regret
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And he likes to be known as the angry young man There's a place in the world for the angry young man With his working class ties and his radical plans He refuses to bend, he refuses to crawl He's always at home with his back to the wall And he's proud of
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Hungry but we won't give in. We're hungry but we won't give in. When am I gonna make a living? It's gonna take a while before I give in. There's no end to what you can do. They'll waste your body and soul if you allow them to. Put the blame on no one
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At the end of the river the sundown beams All the relics of a life long lived Here, weary traveler rest your wand Sleep the journey from your eyes A kite above a graveyard grey At the end of the line far far away A child holding on to the magic of birth
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