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, confused maps, chasing the crown Chasing the crown till he bites the apple. I was licking my lips till his Son come down. I'm chasing the crown, crown, I'm chasing the crown I'm taking a turn in the right
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were lovers. Two heart beating in the stereo,. We never needed maps to tell us where to go. We followed the stars, but they took us too far. Look at the time, and the time that it's taken. Is this love
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. 'Cause fool's gold never seems to keep its shine. Can't you give me something I can hold in my hands. Sick of gold rush promises and empty suitcase plans. I won't go back to treasure maps and digging in
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the shore. 'Cause fool's gold never seems to keep its shine. Can't you give me something I can hold in my hands. Sick of gold rush promises and empty suitcase plans. I won't go back to treasure maps and
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useless now. all my maps will only show me how to lose my way. oh call my name. you know my name. and in that sound, everything will change. tell me it won't always be this hard. I am nothing without
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Now I'm a seasick sailor on a ship of noise. I got my maps all backwards and my instincts poisoned. In a truth blown gutter full of wasted years. Like blown-out speakers ringin' in my ears Oh
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tiMy Back Pages. arRamones. alAcid Eaters. Crimson flames tied through my ears. Rollin' high and mighty traps. Pounced with fire on flaming roads. Using ideas as my maps. "we'll meet on edges, soon
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tiMy Back Pages. arRamones. alAcid Eaters. Crimson flames tied through my ears. Rollin' high and mighty traps. Pounced with fire on flaming roads. Using ideas as my maps. "we'll meet on edges, soon
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My soul companion. Out in the world somewhere. My soul companion. I'll meet you there I'm packing my compass, trusted and tested. My dog-eared maps to study and fold. Into a pocket, I'm traveling
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. Alarm clocks ring and it's groundhog day. I just can't figure out my wrong turns. Lost in maps that represent my life. It's dragging on, dragging on. I'm losing grip. Dragging on, dragging on. I've
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, bought a bride, bought a bride Little cities names are barely on the maps. They tied her up and laid her on the train tracks Where are all the seedlings we grew for violence?. Down in Jersey lumber
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Adrift again 2000 man. You lost your maps, you lost the plans. Did you hear them yell, "Land, damn it, land?". You say, you can't. Well I hope you can, I hope you can How's it goin' 2000 man
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Now I'm a seasick sailor on a ship of noise. I got my maps all backwards and my instincts poisoned. In a truth blown gutter full of wasted years. Like blown-out speakers ringin' in my ears Oh
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our source. In beauty there echoes a speck of our source. Like firewood,. Burning bright. In the dead of winter,. By only a flicker. We cling to this life. So we huddle over maps;. Is it faith or
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. Bring in Jan Egeland!. The United Nations superhero man. He plays golf with Kofi Annan. And looks at maps with George Cloon. Oh, how I wish. That I was Jan Egeland!. Egeland (Egeland). Egeland (Egeland
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all so happy you've arrived. The doctor cuts your chord. He hands you to your mom. She sets you free into this life. And where do you go with no destination. No maps to guide you. Wouldn't you know that
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along with me once. Won't find no angels. Selling maps to the lost. This here place. Is too small for two. It took one to realize. When dreams makes this hardest. Are not meant to come true So
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Maps on the back of your hands point to the cross. Scratches on walls in a room draw out your loss. Your islands are conquered and you are returned to the throne. Martyrs take penance and fill up
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us shout or makes us whisper. Is it luck that makes us wise or turns us bitter. With our maps that point true north. With our vows we sally forth. The swords we carried can't protect us from
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makin' maps. With my name on them in all caps. You've got the talkin' down. Just not the listening. And who cares if you disagree?. You are not me. Who made you king of anything?. So you dare tell me who
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never, no, never, never work in this bidness again. . I parked cars at the Rainbow. I sold maps of the stars. I got my nose broken in Spago's. When I puked on the bar. . All I played's a double bar
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pack your bags. But leave your books. And leave your maps. 'Cause baby that's this town. It won't happen next time. Yeah baby that's this town. It won't happen next time. Yeah baby that's this
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pack your bags. But leave your books. And leave your maps. 'Cause baby that's this town. It won't happen next time. Yeah baby that's this town. It won't happen next time. Yeah baby that's this
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'. The only time he feels right is when he's rollin' He's got road maps in his hand. Lord, drivin' just as hard as he can. Trying to dodge all scales and the man. Well I'm talkin' about truck drivin
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pack your bags. But leave your books. And leave your maps. 'Cause baby that's this town. It won't happen next time. Yeah baby that's this town. It won't happen next time. Yeah baby that's this
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pack your bags. But leave your books. And leave your maps. 'Cause baby that's this town. It won't happen next time. Yeah baby that's this town. It won't happen next time. Yeah baby that's this
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never, no, never, never work in this bidness again. . I parked cars at the Rainbow. I sold maps of the stars. I got my nose broken in Spago's. When I puked on the bar. . All I played's a double bar
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' 'bout maps. Three strikes but you still wanna throw a curveball. This here my turn-off, leave the car turned on. I'mma hop out 'cause I'm sick of wasting my breath. Clip my wings, tell me to fly, that's
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Knew you'd be a vision in white. How'd you get your pants so tight?. Don't know what you're doin'. But you must be livin' right, yeah We got some places to see. I brought all the maps with me
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Knew you'd be a vision in white. How'd you get your pants so tight?. Don't know what you're doin'. But you must be livin' right, yeah We got some places to see. I brought all the maps with me
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. that balled up, fist gut inside. strapped ta, suicide. missions set off. with so much pride. you can see it. in a dead mans eyes. so you really wanna know. no maps wit directions. no answers
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giấu nắng ở trên môi . Anh muốn thấy màn đêm trôi. Em ơi nãy anh vừa gọi sao lại có một chị nào nghe. Chị nói thuê bao đang bận có nỗi buồn em đang cào xé. Trái tim em ở đâu sao không có trên Google Maps
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on the door,. With his maps and his medals laid out on the floor-. And he likes to be known as the angry young man. I believe I've passed the age. Of consciousness and righteous rage. I found that
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on the door,. With his maps and his medals laid out on the floor-. And he likes to be known as the angry young man. I believe I've passed the age. Of consciousness and righteous rage. I found that
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. But don't be fooled, her heart is ruled. By forces off the maps Show me the way to the rubbish dump. Or the bins at closing time. I'd walk a mile just to catch a smile. From a fish without its prime
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chance of love's recovery There I am in younger days, star gazing. Painting picture perfect maps. Of how my life and love would be. Not counting the unmarked paths of misdirection. My compass, faith in
