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reasons why I cry. Away each lonely night. The first one's named Sweet Anne Marie. And she's my hearts delight The second one is prison, baby. The sheriff's on my trail. And if he catches up with me
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could hear nothing. One night I thought I heard them. Whisper my name and I went running I left a trail of footprints deep in the snow. I swore one day I would retrace them. But when I turned around I
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If you don't know where I come from. You better steer clear of my trail. From the dark side of London. That's way beyond the pale. . My grandpa came from Russia. Stowed away hidden in some
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tryin'? And now we. dance like warriors on the victory trail only triumph in a moment of glory. Crack your head open and sue somebody Come on and do push ups just like Jack. Pallance And Now We Dance
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even go. Tex Ritter's gone and Disney's dead. And the screen is filled with *** Whatever happened to Randolph Scott. Ridin' the trail alone. Whatever happened to Gene and Tex. And Roy and Rex, the
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. Off of my trail. Power is made, by power being taken. So I keep on running. To protect my situation. . Down to the wire. I wanted water but. I'll walk through the fire. If this is what it takes
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The only sin in this world of pain. In this world of shame. In this world of heartache. The only sin in this world unjust. In this world of lust. In this world distrusting. . The only sin in
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him like a spell,. though he'd often say in his homely way. that he'd sooner live in Hell. On a Christmas day we were mushing our way. over the Dawson trail. Talk of your cold! through the parka's
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him like a spell,. though he'd often say in his homely way. that he'd sooner live in Hell. On a Christmas day we were mushing our way. over the Dawson trail. Talk of your cold! through the parka's
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lost dream, every failed endeavour. Every ice beer trail of a rum rebellion Now I, huddle these feelings of pity. Watching new years colours rain down on the city. Where our beautiful beaches suffer
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away into the big black sky tonight . Smiling, riding a trail of stardust home . Little Gangly Geeky strainin’ through ‘95 . Left on the outside flyin far from the hive . He don’t fit in . Heart got a
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all were dead. They got tb and typhoid and athletes foot, diptheria and the flu. 'scuse me great nations comin through. . Balboa found the pacific and on the trail one day. He met some friendly
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weary nights they tried to find her trail. Churchill told the people put every ship asail. Cause somewhere on that ocean I know she's gotta be. We gotta sink the Bismarck to the bottom of the sea
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Am I asleep? Is this a dream?. Oh my God, what have I done? Anything?. . At twenty-three you walked on me. Oh my God, where have you gone anyway?. . On the ocean. I think we're taking on water
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Some of us, We're hardly ever here. The rest of us, we're born to disappear. How do I stop myself from. Being just a number. How will I hold my head. To keep from going under. . Down to the
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out the trouble she's in. If you tell me she isn't here. I'll follow by the trail of her tears. That's how I got to Memphis. That's how I got to Memphis. She' use to get mad and she'd say. She'd
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occupation. ceo's find another artist stop hatin. The streets been waitin along time for the kid. I'm bout to go to trail rappers hopin I do a bid. Who really want it? Lets go shell for shell. I'm the
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. While looking through his telescope. He nearly had himself a stroke He saw something riding up the rainbow trail. With two long ears and a puckered up tail. The thing he saw when he 'firmed the states
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