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Road blocks and fire. Barb wire upon barb wire. This is not your country Armoured cars, corrugated scars. Grafitti scrawls. This is not your country Home sweet fortress. Gunshot, we hate your
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Song Country Comfort - Earl Scruggs. Soon the pines will be falling everywhere. Village children fight each other for a share. And the 609 goes roaring past the creek. Deacon Lee prepares his sermon
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Can't you tell my love's a growing?. Can't you feel it, ain't it showing?. Well, you must be knowing. I got a big, big love. It's not the kind to be concealing. A just a kind to be revealing. It's
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---------. Bad weather gathers all along the coast. When the storm clouds gather. And my blood runs cold. If we can't go further. When we get to the shore. Then we have to turn around. And figh
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If there's one great thing to happen in my life. If there's one great day, if there's one great height. Let it be the time for peace, let it be the time of right. If there's one great thing to happ
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One, two. One, two. Three, four I know where all that time has gone. Blown and drifted, listening to an August night. I see where I was wrong. How could I know that you were right? When you said
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Thirteen valleys he has wandered for her love. For he thinks he is the one that she dreams of. But her bed was made elsewhere from the first day she got there. Now he wanders thirteen valleys cryin
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1, 2. 1, 2, 3, 4 Between a father and a son. Between the city and the one. Before the teacher and the test. Before the journey and the rest The shining eye will never cry. The beating heart will
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Who holds the money? Who holds the need?. Who holds the strings of misery or the purse of greed?. And the gunmen reap while the gangsters sow. And law is cheap when the smugglers go (Give us peace)
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It went so well for you. With a place right where you wanted. And the ones to fill it too. But some blows break the spell. That it hits you everyday. Until you need to hit as well It's just a sha
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Who saw the fences falling. Who broke the ploughman's bread. Who heard the winter calling. Who wore the tailor's thread. How many sheaves were counted. How did the carriage shine. How many thoug
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----------. The autumn howled around the heads. That hung so slack, with lips so red. The blooms had withered leaves were shed. Tongues stuck in jaws sad clowns parade. The crushing whine began i
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Floodwaters rising on the flatlands tonight. Been here before I guess we? ll get through again. Get your photographs and hide them all away upstairs. Then tie the shutters down against the rain. L
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