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letra de firefly - onry ozzborn

[intro: onry ozzborn] (x2)
my tolerance is so high that it’s reaching the sky
will transition from blue to black begins in my oxygen
is now dry and i call this “firefly”
yes i call it firefly

[verse 1: onry ozzborn]
now that i’ve evolved, i’m coming back for each and all of you
my hands are that of gigantic proportion in the solitude
so i can handle all humans and animals alike
take on the zombies and creatures and cure their appet-te
make everything that was wicked, vicious and evil
a part of this new perception that everything is now equal
or positive, negative, man or woman, god or the devil
just user and game adventure ’til you reach the final level
let’s go!

[verse 2: pigeon john]
cl1ckity-clack, i came back in a mad black cadillac
stacked with cash asking where the party at
l1ckitty split took a hit then bit into that big red apple to the pit
and that was that
i started swinging bats at both sides, everybody die!
everybody die, testify, learned to lie
i kept running amok until it hit the bottom of the cup
reached for a buck, d-mn and i was stuck
my frustration and fixation on what i was worth in weight
i took out on the whole nation
then i got a tug on the arm
full of alarm, turned around and found god there waiting

[verse 3: onry ozzborn]
no way to explain this feeling, it’s much more than emotion
it transcends all experiences, no downloaded notions
or imagery instead open to all who focus
on what is seen as a possibility [?] opus
a magnum magna carta, yeezus, wolf, and doris
post-traumatic syndrome disorder, ignore the chorus
and listen to what we say and there’s color inside these lines
texture beneath the surface defined with every rewind
some will require taste, some are right in your face
some are far away as satellites that orbit in sp-ce
some narrate a struggle, some just speak for the streets
some are rebels, some are cowards, some just speak ’bout their needs
some of them rich and speak about treasure and nothing else
some of them poor and speak about treasure through someone else
vicariously living through others wealth but have the voice
of conviction convincing you that they are left with no choice

[hook: pigeon john]
so we chase down all of [?] glory
then we find out underneath there’s a story
about a boy who finally left and came home
when he realized that he ran from his throne

- onry ozzborn

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