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another line from the heart. So, don't pretend you hate us and you sing our songs. 'Cause we all look the same in the dark. We don't, we don't care. We don't, we don't care. We don't, we don't care. We
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Got all of your reasons. And all of them's been used. Read a lot about it. You can read up in the news There's a lot of hungry faces. There's a lot of pain out there. Oh anyway. It's been a
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Song Hey Porter(Live At The Paramount Theatre, Nj/1990) - Johnny Cash. Hey porter! Hey porter!. Would you tell me the time?. How much longer will it be till we cross. that Mason Dixon Line?. At
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From the backdoor of your life you swept me out dear. In the bread line of your dreams I lost my place. At the table of your love I got the brush off. At the Indianapolis of your heart I lost the
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From the backdoor of your life you swept me out dear. In the bread line of your dreams I lost my place. At the table of your love I got the brush off. At the Indianapolis of your heart I lost the
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When I was young . I'd listen to the radio . Waiting for my favorite songs . When they played I'd sing along . It made me smile. . Those were such happy times . And not so long ago . How I wondered
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a summer thing?. I'm only seventeen, I don't know anything. But I know I miss you. Verse 2. Bеtty, I know where it all went wrong. Your favorite song was playing. From the far side of the gym. I was
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. I see the great escape, so long, Daisy May. I picked the petals, he loves me not. Something different bloomed, writing in my room. I play my songs in the parking lot. I'll run away. Pre-Chorus. From
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remembered. By the mask they wore years before the future. And the horse falls in the smoke filled riot. The center of a child grows in new disguise And where are the songs from the sane minds?. And where
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cold beer. Pop it open, raise it up in the air. Bump cans with your neighbor, yeah. Here's to good ole boys and country girls everywhere. Livin' loud, rockin' out to the sound of our favorite songs
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Song Mr. Richland's Favorite Song - Harry Nilsson. When he was young he sang in the band and the fans all looked the same. And the fans he had were younger than he and they loved to scream his name
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. There's mischief and mayhem and songs to be sung. They call this Christmas where I'm from. My mom likes to cook push our buttons and prod. My brother just brought home another big broad. The eyes rollin
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. 'cause they play the songs. That make you and me feel so good. Turn up your radios. And hear the music. On the radio. This song is playin'. When the radio's on. And you and me get crazy. Radio dj
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reasons that it's my favorite season. We've been waiting so long. To decorate the tree, sing holiday songs. It's all around us. It's finally Christmas. We've been waiting all year for mistletoe and good
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the same. Everyone's your brother till you turn the other way. The more things change. The more they stay the same. All we need's a miracle to take us all away from the pain. . Came to this
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When I was young. I'd listened to the radio. Waiting for my favorite songs. When they played I'd sing along. It made me smile. Those were such happy times. And not so long ago. How I wondered where
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My soldiers march tonight in the city of your dreams. It's beautiful on me and tearing at your seams. Down on your knees, queuing this disease. I'll take it all, everything I see, oh, can't your
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He's your uncle, not your dad. He's the best friend you ever had. So, come on, dig, dig, dig in until it hurts. Just remember Pearl Harbor The Alamos and nothing could be worse He's your favorite
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A hundred O's and X's lighting up the dark . Now they turned into a question mark. . I was in my favorite party spot . Sippin on my favorite soda pop . I saw this guy come rock it up . So shy and
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me. When you're jumping from the highs. Would you fall in the name of love. When there's madness. When there's poison in your head. When the sadness. Leaves you broken in your bad. I would hold you. In
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(hot). I make your dreams come true when you wake up (dream). And your look's just the same without no make-up. Had to pull up on your mama, see what you're made of (mama). Ain't gotta worry 'bout 'em
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movies, or what is your favorite dish?. . The tilt of your chin, when you chuckle or grin, that's for me. You might as well know that wherever you go, there I'll be. Just to make sure you keep your
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limb to pen And we waited for the sirens that never come. And we only write by the moon. Every word handwritten. Every word handwritten And with this pen, I thee wed. From my heart to your distress
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. Say what's on your mind right now. Because I'm dying from inside baby. Couple summers ago, in the land of the gold. You know under the bridge, we shared something old. Back then I didn't know. She was
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the lake. Lights on water. . My child, I carry the burden of sorrow with your soul. The songs you gently sing to me. But the love was never stronger. Than the grief of your unholy price. . I
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hang on every single statement we make. Like they worship us, plus all the stores ship us platinum. Now how the * did this metamorphosis happen. From standin' on corners and porches just rappin'. To
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him higher. Oh, I'll be your daydream, I'll wear your favorite things. We could be beautiful. Get drunk on the good life, I'll take you to paradise. Say you'll never let me go. Deep in my bones, I can
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sound of the nation!. . Ten songs in a row. And this is all you should know. I really hope I can become one of them. . Fix it up like a hit. In stereo make it fit. But can you really tell one from
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. Every moment goes by so fast. Verse 2. My days would always start with you. We would wake up, hold hands with nothing to lose. The seconds lingered on as we played our favorite songs. Now every moment
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teen queen, Rosalie. . Rosalie. Rosalie. Rosalie. Rosalie. . She's got the pleasure. Comes from all the cornerstones of the world. She's so fantastic. She's everybody's favorite little record
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teen queen, Rosalie. . Rosalie. Rosalie. Rosalie. Rosalie. . She's got the pleasure. Comes from all the cornerstones of the world. She's so fantastic. She's everybody's favorite little record
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my soul. (Lonely soul, Ocean soul). It's not the monsters under your bed. It is the Man next door. That makes you fear, makes you cry,. Makes you cry for the child. All the wars are fought among those
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words scented my soul. (Lonely soul, Ocean soul). . It's not the monsters under your bed. It is the Man next door. That makes you fear, makes you cry,. Makes you cry for the child. All the wars are
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words scented my soul. (Lonely soul, Ocean soul). . It's not the monsters under your bed. It is the Man next door. That makes you fear, makes you cry,. Makes you cry for the child. All the wars are
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words scented my soul. (Lonely soul, Ocean soul). . It's not the monsters under your bed. It is the Man next door. That makes you fear, makes you cry,. Makes you cry for the child. All the wars are
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was workin' at a diner just a week ago. When a man from Colorado smiled and said 'hello'. And he turned her head with stories about a cabin in the trees. Where the wind can sing you love songs