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helpless I've become. I feel like some discarded valentine. . Remember in the biginning. Your winning ways excited me. And all the while I was certain. That we two found a love that comes just to a few
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. In that there is no shame. Is there? . . Too much talking. Information. In the hands of the few. All the talking. This-information. That we take for the truth. . Born in this place. You only
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helpless I've become. I feel like some discarded valentine. . Remember in the biginning. Your winning ways excited me. And all the while I was certain. That we two found a love that comes just to a few
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Let's fleece a few old friends. Let's fleece a few old friends. We can bleed them, we can rip them off. Let's fleece a few old friends. Let's fleece a few old friends. We can bleed them, we can
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need is Arbitron on the funky jeep. Too bad it's goin' on in fact my word is bond. To pull a disappearin' act attack until he gone. The whacker jam he play they pay I'm in da day. I don't think we
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. Cause nothing is the norm. Yeah yeah. So what can you do. You say. They owe me a few yeah. Blue tip me a cue yeah. You got that look on your face. You'd like to be in the race. You cannot hide your
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. What's . single. You know . class . from the hype . Give it up. Crazy. everybody move . disco funky ?. I'm like a . wicked. the party out, . I gotta tell you. track. hot, very hot. tic tac tic tac
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enchantes her clothes with French perfume. The other woman keeps fresh cut flowers in each room. There are never toys that's scattered everywhere. . And when her baby comes to call. He'll find her
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Transcribed by Reverend Straynge. . The woods and the town. Covered in snow. All transformed to a fairytale. Like the fresh page of a book opened up. Ready. Waiting. For the story to begin
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your lips bright red. I'll keep it fresh on ice. It will look very nice. Can I take it back with me. Back to the flat with me. Shrunken heads under the bed. The flies are humming. There's a red
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we act. Caps I peel, flex my steel It's ya muthafuckin' third letter of ya alphabet. Put Knight at the individ, it's a nigga you can't get with. Funky styles, I be showin' niggaz. I be blowin
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fresh and sweet. I'll get away from the hustling crowd. And all the rat-race noise down in the street. . On the roof, the only place I know. Where you just have to wish to make it so. . At night
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inside don't spill it. It smells like * on the carpet. Still it, goes down smooth when I get a clean hit. Of the skunky funky smelly green *. Sing my song, puff all night long. As I take hits
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Michael used to tell us he was bad, bad, bad. And all his funky records made us glad, glad, glad. But when I saw his face, yeah, I was sad, sad, sad. Wuith his only friend a chimp you know it's
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instead These days I barely get by. I don't even try It's a treacherous road. With a desolated view. There's distant lights. But here they're far and few. And the sun don't shine. Even when its day
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your head in a hollow log. As the ruling fog are about to creep. What have we done?. How'd we get so far from that sun?. Lost, lost in an oscillating phase. Where a tiny few catch all of the rays
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(J. Entwistle). Track Music, Inc. . Well you heard of the shake and the boogaloo. The mashed potato and the hoochie coo. You heard of the twist and the funky chicken too. Well here's a new
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Bài hát The Long Black Veil - Johnny Cash. Ten years ago, on a cold dark night. Someone was killed 'neath the town hall light. There were few at the scene, but they all agreed. That the slayer who
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Bài hát The Long Black Veil - Johnny Cash. Ten years ago, on a cold dark night. Someone was killed 'neath the town hall light. There were few at the scene, but they all agreed. That the slayer who
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Bài hát The Long Black Veil - Johnny Cash. Ten years ago, on a cold dark night. Someone was killed 'neath the town hall light. There were few at the scene, but they all agreed. That the slayer who
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Well, they tell me I sound lonesome, they tell me I sound blue. Like some ol' country boy fresh off the train. Oh, they can hear the hard times and the struggles I've been through. I just pour my
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still guarding,. Where I am not a liar. . I am the fighter,. Though not a boxer by trade,. I am the fighter,. Few will remember my name. . These are hands that can offer protection,. But hid me