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. Building dreams in front of their homes. Then I let go everything into another dimension, yeah
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no homes they call us smelly refugees. . We are weeds, vegetation, dense undergrowth. Through' cracks in the pavement there weeds will grow. The places you don't go. . This cut-price dairy
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The Demon comes but must be called. Comes to all the sleeping homes. He breaks the night and lifts their drones. Demon comes but must be called The Demon calls to me at length. Demon has no other
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place under fire. Tonight in the heartland. And bankers are taking the homes. And the land away There's a young boy closin' his eyes. Tonight in the heartland. Who will wake up a man with some land
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have a home. It's funny how many don't know. How many don't have homes. oooooh
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Fathers at the office, nightly working all the time. Trying to make the secretary change her little mind. And it bothers him to read about so many broken homes. Blame it on those rolling stones Blame it
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, passed back and forth. He huffs glue to escape their bitter homes,. He's just one, of desperate ranks, who can't break free from,. . The bright lights of America, life and death in a sold out 'Merica
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their lost homes. Shuffle to the ruins. From the levelled plain. To search among the tombstones When the angels fall. Shadows on the wall. In the thunder's call. Something haunts us all. When the
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couples. In matching lamb turtle-neck sweaters. Reading ideal homes magazine. Yeah!. . Wanna be, wanna really be what my friends pretend to be. Be it in my own good time. Being kind to myself till I
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. From their homes. You're not alone. Lights come on. As you lay your weary head on their lawn. . Parking lots. Cracked and growing grass you see it all. From offices to farms. Crosses flying high
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-----------------. I forget how it started. But everyone knew of the cause. Hard out of the sun with a vengeance. And all was then lost. They crawled into homes. And yet all of the old ways
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While I held you with our undry eyes. Happy years pass by, it's okay to cry After all in the end. Just pretend Well, it's sticks and stones and broken homes. That taught us how to smile After all
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on the Stones. . Father's at the office, nightly working all the time. Trying to make the secretary change her little mind. And it bothers him to read about so many broken homes. Blame it on those
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-----------------. I forget how it started. But everyone knew of the cause. Hard out of the sun with a vengeance. And all was then lost. They crawled into homes. And yet all of the old ways
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behind. Here in and of the dark, our city, it's streets and walls. Here we live, we are, inside our homes and malls I walk across the dead train yard,. Remembering who we are. I look inside and in my
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ugliness we must put an end. Before we leave we must make a stand. . Mortgage people you crawl to your homes. Your security lies in your bed of white foam. You act concerned but then why turn away
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your face. Billboard's quoting things you'd never say. You hang your head and pray For Jesusland. Jesusland Miles and miles and the sun goin' down. Pulses glow from their homes. You're not alone
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The Demon comes but must be called. Comes to all the sleeping homes. He breaks the night and lifts their drones. Demon comes but must be called The Demon calls to me at length. Demon has no other
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just are buried. The guilty will build their homes over innocent graves. . I choose love over religion. I choose love over the law. . The lines that you've read from speeches. With words so clever
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. I've never felt so much at home. Please write my folks and throw away my keys. I woke up in a car. I woke up in a car. . I met a girl who kept tattoos for homes. That she had loved. If I were her
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,. Tumbleweeds fl y,. Dust in my eyes,. Guess it's not my feelings crying. . Peeling paint on empty homes,. Where people lived in this town long ago,. Packed their bags, nailed down the door,. To Lonelytown
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Go on home British soldiers, go on home. Have you got no *** homes of your own. For 800 years we've fought you without fear. And we'll fight you for 800 more. If you stay British soldiers, if you
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. From their homes. You're not alone. Lights come on. As you lay your weary head on their lawn. . Parking lots. Cracked and growing grass you see it all. From offices to farms. Crosses flying high
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couples. In matching lamb turtle-neck sweaters. Reading ideal homes magazine. Yeah!. . Wanna be, wanna really be what my friends pretend to be. Be it in my own good time. Being kind to myself till I
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I'm discontented with homes that are rented so I have invented my own. Darling this place is a lover's oasis where life's weary chase is unknown. Far from the cry of the city, where flowers pretty
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anywhere. Riding with you. Like we used too. Chorus. Guess I'm better off alone. Never know when I'll get home. But I know that homes where the heart is. Guess I'm better off this way. Moving to better days
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the corner. Be a man of mystery. . Folks don't treat you mean in Lebanon, Tennessee. But like a human being, they'll take you in off the street. They'll bring you in their homes down there. And
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. Won't take nothing but a memory. From the house that built me Mama cut out pictures of houses for years. From "Better Homes and Garden" magazine. Plans were drawn and concrete poured. And nail by nail
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. Fat bottomed girls you make the rocking world go round. Fat bottomed girls you make the rocking world go round. Hey listen here. Now your mortgages and homes. And the stiffness in your bones. Ain't no
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homes. Before you leave, before you grieve, there's one thing you should know. When you hold me, when you hold me in your arms. Oh when you hold me, yeah I can feel your heart. When you hold me, when you
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Homes and Garden' magazines. . Plans were drawn, concrete poured, . and nail by nail and board by board . Daddy gave life to mama's dream. . I thought if I could touch this place or feel it . this
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money is such a problem. You got so many problems. Think I could solve them Lifestyles of the rich and famous. We'll take your clothes, cash cards. And homes, just stop complaining. Lifestyles of the
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We left our homes behind, now we're following the wolves' trail. Through the deepest forests, beneath the stars we ride. I can see the moon glowing red like the blood of warriors. There's a
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. (Making less than minimum wage). Still inside our parents' homes. (No, I don't live in Denver). No, I don't live in Denver. (I grew up in Sierra Leone). And her pink skies will keep me warm. Sierra Leone
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the rockin' world go round. Fat bottomed girls you make the rockin' world go round. . Hey listen here. I've got mortgages and homes. I got stiffness in my bones. Ain't no beauty queens in this
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homes. Before you leave, before you grieve, there's one thing you should know. When you hold me, when you hold me in your arms. Oh when you hold me, yeah I can feel your heart. When you hold me, when you