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I built my house from barley rice. Green pepper walls and water ice. Tables of paper wood, windows of light. And everything emptying into white A simple garden, with acres of sky. A brown haired
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I built my house from barley rice. Green pepper walls and water ice. Tables of paper wood, windows of light. And everything emptying into White. . A simple garden, with acres of sky. A Brown
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In these days, you can get no rice. No razor blades, but you can get knife. In these days, see the people run. They have no food, but the boy have gun In these days, they don't throw the stone
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my chicken. With rice and lemonada. And that's what you get. When she shout out Jamboo. Now I gotta go so coco
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And the blood will dry,. underneath my nails,. and the wind will rice up,. to fill my sails. so you can doubt,. and you can hate,. but i know, no matter what it takes. I'm coming home, i'm coming
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. With beans and rice and hot chili-ners. I always eat a big Mexican dinner. I don't want no Russian chicks hangin' 'round to drink my tequila. Those foreign girls think they're hot, but they're not my
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Harmful elements in the air. Symbols crashing everywhere. Reaps the fields of rice and reeds. While the population feeds. Junk floats on polluted water. An old custom to sell your daughter
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while on their heads they bear. Akey' rice, salt fish are nice. And the rum is fine any time of year. Sounds of laughter everywhere. And the dancing girls sway to and fro. I must declare my heart is there
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tiLove Hurts. arDamien Rice & Lisa Hannigan. al. Damien Rice & Lisa Hannigan. Love Hurts. . Love hurts, love scars,. ,. love wounds' and most. Any heart not tough or strong enough. To take a lot of
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Harmful elements in the air. Symbols clashing everywhere. Reaps the fields of rice and reeds. While the population feeds Junk floats on polluted water. An old custom to sell your daughter. Would
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can hear. Ladies cry out while on their heads they bear. Ackee rice, salt fish are nice. And the rum is fine any time of year. CHORUS. Sounds of laughter everywhere. And the dancing girls sway to and
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life And you're like just rolling blunts for me when I drive. Two symphonies stay polite. So push away in K-Town like a bag of rice. Two dokes, and I'm loco (loco) Bitch give me head while I'm flippin
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man away. I ask her what was the mystery. She say coconut water and rice curry. You can cook it in a pot, four for five. You can serve it very hot, four for five. Coco got a lotta iron, four for five
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My friend from above. Between those clouds. We stand and watch. Our mind is greeting us. Bubbles of a clear day. And the green plateu of anger. A field, not a rice field. We stand under the
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dream alone. I can see that your heart has gone astray,. As for me, I love you the same old way. I guess I'll have to dream the rest,. There'll be no friends waiting to throw shoes and rice. Those
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She's been sitting over there all night. Staring back at me and now I'm up tight. I know Cecil's far away sitting in a rice paddy. But I can't help but think what good old Cecil could do to me. So
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little rice take a little beans. Gonna rock and roll down to New Orleans. . repeat first two stanzas in inverse order
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my first, my second. My third world girl. My first, my second. My third world girl Peas and rice, they awful nice. But not as nice as you. Peas and rice, they awful nice. But not as nice as you
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day. My heart is down, my head is turning around. I had to leave a little girl in Kingston town. Down at the market you can hear. Ladies cry out while on their heads they bear. `Akey' rice, salt fish
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our wedding day. I see the rice still scattered all around. That veil upon my satin wedding gown. And the wedding bells that rang are silent now. Only Mission Chapel memories all around Tonight I'm
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Ah, look at all the lonely people. Ah, look at all the lonely people. Eleanor Rigby picks up the rice in the church. Where a wedding has been lives in a dream. Waits at the window, wearing the
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Girl. Oh, Jamaica Lady. Oh, Jamiaca Girl. Oh, Jamaica Lady. Oh, Jamaica Girl. Oh, oh, baby. You be my first, my second, my third world girl. Peas and rice. They are awful nice. But not as nice
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little rice take a little beans. Gonna rock and roll down to New Orleans. . repeat first two stanzas in inverse order