Alone (Sound of her soul, She has sound in her soul, She writhes for her heart, In a foreign land of confusion. Way above the earth, way above the crowd, Way past you. Somebody's inside, Body's alive, Body is blind to you. Love is dead, I said h
come thru like move bitch, get out tha way for i pull yhis glock out and stick it dead in ya face nigga a young wild nigga don't crack a smile nigga i pull it out and start bustin' in the crowd nigga and i do it for my gangsta niggas don'y giv
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Crowd Manipulation
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a crowd of rebellion
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Fare Thee Well: Celebrating 50 Years of the Grateful Dead
