(John Dowland) Weep you no more, sad fountains; What need you flow so fast? Look how the snowy mountains Heav'n's sun doth gently waste. But my sun's
Weep you no more, sad fountains; What need you flow so fast? Look how the snowy mountains Heav'n's sun doth gently waste. But my sun's heav'nly eyes
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: (John Dowland) Weep you no more, sad fountains; What need you flow so fast? Look how the snowy mountains Heav'n's sun doth gently waste. But my sun
(John Dowland) Weep you no more, sad fountains; What need you flow so fast? Look how the snowy mountains Heav'n's sun doth gently waste. But my sun'
gone wrong Baby 'cause I'm without you I guess this is that awful feeling Baby that feeling they call the blues All by myself baby, yes I began to weep
the sky Is where I go when I wanna hide Oh, peyote (oh,peyote,mm) She tried to show me (tried to show me) You know there ain't no cause to weep
streets tonight Goodbye beloved one Do you know what I am You don't see my face no more I'm a rider, girl gotta face the streets tonight You say you
See the gates of hell and they're still bleeding Creatures of the night are creeping out - so proud I'll be there once more to feed them More and more
] [Verse 3: Chingy] (Chingy, holla at em again) To all the fellaz, know you feel me, you ever had a woman, Good times let the bad times, and you ain'
to a ghetto near you) (Street fame) Yo check this out I'ma tell you like this (Street Fame) If the lifestyle that you living Got you taking more
losers weep Down on 42nd Street Bare-foot children cryin' my-oh-my I watched you on the avenue While other men were having you I think that you should
I believe in you Everything you'll ever do So soon your time will come Get out while you're still young May all your dreams come true For someone like you
Virginia To Tennessee with all the love that's in ya. Weep no more, my lady. Sing that song again for me. Soft and low, just as though You had
weep and mourn this loss with her sins piled to the sky The Beast and the Harlot. The day has come for all us sinners, if your not a servant you'll
you bitches With the ratchet, the book of mathew, a book of matches Lightning, I'm? white linen You about to have to admit it They pass you the mic, asked you
