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Song A Lot Like Love - Eli Young Band. Yeah, love's a new born baby smile. Daddy walking his daughter down the aisle. A long first kiss that lingers in your mind. The smell of that first summer
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Well you pass around the pipe and you all get high. Never even stop and wonder why. Maybe it's because you wanna die. Maybe it's just he the way things have to be. . You stay up late and drink
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long, long time. There he still sits on top of the hill. Well aching and jumping with all laid down. With all of them ladies you know he's lonely still. Who's gonna throw that minstrel boy a coin
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travelin' band. Yeah!. Well, I'm flyin' 'cross the land, tryin' to get a hand. Playin' in a travelin' band. . Here we come again on a Saturday night. With your fussin' and your fightin' won't you get
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travelin' band. Yeah!. Well, I'm flyin' 'cross the land, tryin' to get a hand. Playin' in a travelin' band. . Here we come again on a Saturday night. With your fussin' and your fightin' won't you get
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my hand. Played 'Stairway To Heaven' in a three piece pick up band. I know the straight and narrow is the path that I should take. But out here in the fast lane, you tend to get a little sideways I
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down, come on round. and listen to the band we got the blues and rhythm. good enough to eat. sound and vision. hit me with the backbeat. blues and rhythm. something for my soul. my decision. give
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this foreign town;. . Tonight there's a band, it ain't such a bad one,. Play me a song, don't make it a sad one,. I can't even talk to these Russian girls,. The beer is lousy and the food is worse
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Soap and water. Take the day from my hand. Scrub the salt from my stinging skin. Slip me loose of this wedding band. . Soap and water. Hang my heart on the line. Scour it down in a wind of
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Come on and hear, come on and hear, Alexander's ragtime band. Come on and hear, come on and hear, it's the best band in the land. They can play a bugle call like you never heard before. So natural
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violin and I beg you call the tune. Any body's choice, I can hear your voice. Oh oh all I want to know how does the song go. . Come hear Uncle John's band by the river side. Got some things to talk
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Intro. Puff Bad boy baby,. We the last standin' check the records,. Check the score. Da Band, the next generation of Bad motherfuckers, c'mon. . Babs. I'm back and I'm hittin' em hard. Tits
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swing band for?". . Oh baby, I don't want you. To croon soft and mellow. Let me warn you in advance,. Sing me a swing song and let me dance. . Oh baby, I don't want. Any moon, bright and yellow
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a band. Lets start a band. Lets start a band. Lets start a band. . And if you want it too, then there's nothing left to do. Lets start a band. Lets start a band. Lets start a band. Lets start
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I dreamed I saw St. Augustine. Alive as you or me. Tearing through these quarters. In the utmost misery. With a blanket underneath his arm. And a coat of solid gold. Searching for the very
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