done We'll never get far from what we leave behind Baby, we can run, run, run, but we can't hide Oh no, we can't hide We can run but we can't hide from
, We only got one: We gotta to ride on it. Whatever we've done, We'll never get far from what we leave behind, Baby, we can run, run, run, but we can'
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worlds, We only got one: We gotta to ride on it. Whatever we've done, We'll never get far from what we leave behind, Baby, we can run, run, run, but we can
me fly up inside Cause I'm young and able to buzz all night long I'm young and able mama, lord to buzz all night long And you know together we can make
keep the Led Zeppelin A nigga front and then we back wrestling And you can tell when bitches feeling me We got that white girl, nigga, Sheila E. Diplomats, we the eagle We
son, first one on the run I'm grateful that I haven't been shot Stopped by the cops and they didn't find a glock W Y C L E F, I'm grateful Coulda been
a dead and hanging man Who was kissing foreign fishes That flew right out from this hands And when I put my arms around him I felt the blushing blood run
. * We didn't expect to find ourselves playing this part, We were concerned with ideas, not rock and roll, But we can't avoid that arena, It's become
with this dog next to me (huh?) 'Til I'm dead I'm takin blunts to the head Needles in my broken leg, listen to Grateful Dead These mescalines got me sure that I can
Your hip hip hip hip hip hip hippy dick I think I could learn To stand the grateful dead It sure beats listening To some dance remix instead I´d love to run
and she had none. And yet we both reached for the gun Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes we both Oh yes we both Oh yes, we both reached for The gun, the gun, the
to the studio in the morning And then we groove court for about two weeks And then we ah, we leave again Oh, really? Where do you play when you go from
no survivors Found scary like a convoy of drunk drivers, ahhhhhhhowww Tragic, that old black magic A-tisket-a-tasket, a coffin or a casket Grateful Dead
fiction I can run, but I can't hide From the pains that Reside deep down inside There is no pill That can be swallowed There is no guru That can be followed
Grateful Dead, a??Gloria (live)a?? Dick's Pick's Volume 21: Richmond, Virginia, 11/1/85 [Live] (Disc 3) [2001] Wanna tell you about my baby, you know
of that will have the boys bring the coppers out And we ballin', for all the toys is what we hoppin' out My feary side, where we ride and we all fly high