I am sailing, I am sailing. Home again across the sea. I am sailing, stormy waters. To be near you, to be free. I am flying, I am flying.

I was born in a crossfire hurricane. And I howled at my ma in the driving rain. But it's all right, now, in fact it's a gas.

Yo, Pi'erre, yo, Pi'erre. How you get so much favor on your side? Accept Him as your Lord and Saviour, I replied. Thou shalt love thy neighbor, not divide.

Well, this heart of mine. Has been hardened like a stone. It might take some time. To get back what is gone. But I'm movin' on.

[Jennifer]. Now you been holding me down. For such a long time now. From back then to now in my story.

Don't know much about your life. Don't know much about your world but. Don't want to be alone tonight. On this planet they call Earth.

To see you when I wake up. Is a gift I didn't think could be real. To know that you feel the same as I do. Is a three-fold, utopian dream.

Yo no sé lo que me pasa. Cuando estoy con vos. Me hipnotiza tu sonrisa. Me desarma tu mirada. Y de mi no queda nada. Me derrito como un hielo al sol.

You know what to do, you know what I did. Since you know everything just clue me in. I am such a wreck, I am such a mess.

It's too much to mess and it stress me. Figure out and too much pressure on us, babe. Last night you took me to the mall.

Bitches ain’t serious, man, these bitches delirious. All these bitches in-furious, I just pimp my inturious. I just pick up and go. Might pick up a ho.

I really, I really. Whoa. I really need to know. I really, I really. Whoa. Or else, you gotta let me go, oh. I really, I really.

Hearteater, why'd you eat my heart alive? Still breathing, why you looking so surprised? Hearteater, try but you will not suffice.

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Just a small town girl. Livin' in a lonely world. She took the midnight train going anywhere. Just a city boy. Born and raised in South Detroit.

When I get home. You better not be there. We're placin' bets you won't. Shed your modesty. And the only thing to leave behind.

Don't want to sober up. The Sun is killin' my buzz. That's why they call it mourning. Thought I was strong enough. Threw my bottle at the sky.

I met a gin soaked bar-room queen in Memphis. She tried to take me upstairs for a ride. She had to heave me right across her shoulder.

Your heart for takeaway, yeah, yeah. Your heart for takeaway, yeah, yeah. Your heart for takeaway, yeah, yeah. Your heart for takeaway, yeah, yeah.

Things are shaping up to be pretty odd. Little deaths in musical beds. So it seems I'm someone I've never met. You will only hear these elegant crimes.