the beat goes on, goes thunk, thunk, thunkni gotta go after this onendrive me mad if i'm too clutterednwhen the boy became a manni knew his hand would trade to othersnhe told me to do as he saidnand then he sold me as if i was stuffed and deadnnOh time, great healernnrode a boat low and steady nthe (?) girl is (?) and ready for the racenhow could i compare how could i have (?)nnshe knows not the brazilian ocean gatenshe knows not what the horseback forest ravednshe knows not the length of your hair in my handsnshe knows not what the wet of your face has meantnna ticket to atlanta family knows another nowna ticket from atlanta family knows and others shot downnnyou win, ni'll give in,ni forgive younnOh time, great healer