Weatherbox - The Fresh Prints Of Bill Ayers lyrics

[Weatherbox - The Fresh Prints Of Bill Ayers lyrics]

Coming through the fog
Coming through the walls: coming for it
Coming through the haze
Coming through the shades: coming for it
Coming from the past- Hark and
Listen to the Humming!
Coming back at last- Listen through
The Door in the Floor! Coming from the past
Coming back at last: coming for it
Coming from the cave
Coming from the grave: coming for it
"and I received a deleted memory
Of you and me on the run from a team
Of Sickening Police forever
We used to have such fun together
Do you remember?
We used to have such fun together
Do you remember?"
I will paint my stories on the Gates of Light
Warning of my rain, my pouring on parades
My storming i will paint, I'll paint


We'll have us hell of an
Adventure, through the folds
Through the Black Hole Epicenters
We know magic: we're coming for it
We pick pockets we're coming for it

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