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Lay down your weary tune, lay down. Lay down the song you strum. And rest yourself beneath the strength of strings. No voice can hope to hum Struck by the sounds before the sun. I knew the night
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I wake up every morning with a smile on my face. Everything in its place as it should be. I start out every morning just as free as the breeze. My cares upon the shelf. Because I find myself with
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I've got a lover way over there on the mountainside. And I know that's where I should be. And don't you know, I've got a lover way over there. Across the river wide, I can hear her calling to me
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mould, buy all you've sold,. confidence lost, pay for the cost. Choose your way, realising our mission,. figures lay, pulling strings for position. Take your bows, hear the people are calling. Play
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(Troubadour troubadour troubadour). The troubadour the troubadour sings from his heart. The song that's the hit of the show. Watch him sing and play the strings of his guitar alone in the bright
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(Troubadour troubadour troubadour). The troubadour the troubadour sings from his heart. The song that's the hit of the show. Watch him sing and play the strings of his guitar alone in the bright
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Let me step inside these shoes. Trip awhile of the blues. Pull these strings on my hands. Playin' time with the band. I'll tie you up in a ribbon of tune. And sing a song that will send you
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circumstance. The puppeteer would pull his strings. And we would sing and dance. As the cardboard empire fell. . Stone Age Neros sat behind their desks of steel. Trading paper clips. Of our empire there
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he'd go Well now that papa's gone away it's hanging by the flue. The top of it's rusted and the strings are rusty too. It won't ever sound the way that it did when it was new. When papa played the
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he'd go Well now that papa's gone away it's hanging by the flue. The top of it's rusted and the strings are rusty too. It won't ever sound the way that it did when it was new. When papa played the
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Oh babe you are the one I love,. You are the one I'm thinking of. You know it's still a long long way,. But I'll be home at the end of the day. . I'll sing my songs just for you. And I'll bring
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My papa was a hobo when they delivered me . . We didn't have a doctor cause he couldn't pay the fee . . But when the goin' got too bad to ease his misery . . Papa played the dobro this a way
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. I'm gonna marry that guy someday If you want to know why I love him so. Then you ought to come and hear him play. From the dawn to the sunset. He keeps a-strumming on his banjo strings He's the
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It's like reaching for the moon. It's like reaching for the sun. It's like reaching for the stars. Reaching for you. . You're so far above me. How can I expect an angel to love me. Who is so
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It's like reaching for the moon. It's like reaching for the sun. It's like reaching for the stars. Reaching for you You're so far above me. How can I expect an an angel to unverified. It's so
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strings. The song that she sings for the town. I love to look up at the clouds in her hair. She's learned to wear like a crown. . If you've been a rover. Journey's end lies over the Brooklyn Bridge
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strings. The song that she sings for the town. I love to look up at the clouds in her hair. She's learned to wear like a crown. . If you've been a rover. Journey's end lies over the Brooklyn Bridge
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bloody thorn Skating bullets on angel dust. In a dead sea of fluid mercury. Baby piano cries. Under your heavy index and thumb. Pull some strings let them sing The stars that shine and the stars that
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start. Something inside of me started a symphony. ***! Went the strings of my heart. . 'Twas like a breath of spring, I heard a robin sing. About a nest set apart. All nature seemed to be in
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pays to raise the roof!. . Cut the strings and set the table. Gather roses on your way. Welcome to our Tower of Babel. Learn the language, come what may. . Spare me how the wind is blowing. If
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. 'Till everything I say burns like cinders. Well, it's hard to belong to a girl or a song. In the crease of a strangling winter. It's strange to be lost, stranger to belong. On the strings of a
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American peple worked out a way to play it. Just like a drum band. . The base strings were played by a thumb with a steady beat. And the top strings were played. With the finger and got all the little
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) for your love. (Go to the end of the world) for your love, love, love oh Caroline. (Go to the end of the world) for your love. . Can you feel my heart strings?. They're on fire. You threw it all