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Kjære søster, jeg har tenkt mye på deg
Har gjort klart et rom- du kan komme når du vil
Fin fin utsikt, du kan ligge å se ut
På asp, osp, oker, lønn og bjørk
SÃ¥ be din mann pent at han tar seg av barna
Mens du tar et tog, det tar en times tid
Jeg skal varte deg opp som en grevinne
Du skal kun spise, sove og lese littegrann
For du skal skinne igjen
Det blir som før smått om senn
Ja du skal skinne igjen og le
Du skal nok ordne dette her
Kjære søster, du var alltid sÃÂ
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Times was simply plain I knew they'd eventually change
Let's take a trip down memory lane
With the game talker, native New Yorker
Gators on my feet, formerly British walker
Yes love, that's how it was before
When you was funky fresh or down by law
Parlay with your crew at the corner store
Carrying a boom box 憈il your arms were sore
We be wildin' on the corner free stylin'
Or politickin' æ…´out doe we see piling
Or either girls we be getting with, how we be hitting it
Lying bout skins that we didn't
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Devastation of homes,dreams and lives
Caught in a terrified state of mind
This has been presence
of an evil soul
Only ruins stand before me
As I look at the pale grey
Can this be happening to me
As I stand frigid with fear
Storms
Let loose by natures wrath
Winds
Set free from unearthly desires
Grounds
Move with magnific force
These things will never end
These things we cannot avoid
Lost are all the things I worked for
All the time and precious sentiment
Most of all I miss my only one
Lost are all the things I worked for
Only ruins sta
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[Chorus]
Uh-oh, it's Santana the Great, oh
Uh-oh, it's Santana the Great, oh
Uh-oh, it's Santana the Great, oh
Bandana his face, blam, hammer escape, oh
Uh-oh, it's Santana the Great, oh
Uh-oh, it's Santana the Great, oh
Uh-oh, it's Santana the Great, oh
Holla at your boy, oh, holla at your
[repeat Chorus]
[Juelz Santana]
Y'all know what crack sound like homay
Or what the mac sound like when it's strapped on me, please back off me
Before this mac that's strapped on me, gets snatched off me
Cocked back used to crash your homies, oh
Y'all can'
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