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You may be an ambassador to England or France. You may like to gamble, you might like to dance. You may be the heavyweight champion of the world. You may be a socialite with a long string of pearls. B
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ti. ar. al. Get up, stand up stand up for your rights!. Get up, stand up stand up for your rights!. Get up, stand up stand up for your rights!. Get up, stand up don't give up the fight!. Preacherman,
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tiJoey. arconcrete blonde. al. offset500. Joey, baby - don't get crazy. Detours. Fences. I get defensive. I know you've heard it all before -. so I don't say it anymore. I just stand by and let you
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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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ti. ar. al. Linda Ronstadt - You're No Good. Feeling better, now that we're through. Feeling better cause I'm over you. I learnt my lesson, it left a scar. Now I see how you really are. You're no good
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Gypsy gal, the hands of Harlem. Cannot hold you to it's heat. Your temperature's too hot for taming. Your flaming feet burn up the street. I am homeless, come and take me. To the reach of your ra
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How long can I stay. In this nowhere cafe. 'fore night turns into day?. I wonder why I'm so frightened of dawn. All I have and all I know. Is this dream of you which keeps me living on There's a
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Whoa, now! Screwface know-a who fi frighten!. Screwface know-a who fi frighten!. Like I told, they say, "Coward, man". Gonna keep some bones. And all violent man gonna weep and moan. He that exal
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Feel like a broke-down engine, ain't got no drivin' wheel. Feel like a broke-down engine, ain't got no drivin' wheel. You all been down and lonesome, you know just how a poor man feels Been shooting
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Well, early in the morning. 'Til late at night. I got a poison headache. But I feel all right. I'm pledging my time to you. Hopin' you'll come through too. . Well, the hobo got you high. He ca
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On a night like this. I am so glad you came around. Hold on to me so tight. And heat up some coffee grounds. We got much to talk about. And much to reminisce. It sure is right. On a night like
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John Wesley Harding. Was a friend to the poor. He traveled with a gun in every hand. All along this countryside. He opened a many a door. But he was never known. To hurt an honest man It was dow
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tiLittle Drummer Boy. arNana Mouskouri. al. Little Drummer Boy. -Nana Mouskouri. Pa rum pa pum pum,rum pa pum pum. Come they told me, pa rum pa pum pum. Our newborn King to see, pa rum pa pum pum. Our
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. All the early Roman kings in their sharkskin suits. Bow ties and buttons, high top boots. Drivin' the spikes in, blazin' the rails. Nailed in their coffins in top hats and tails. Fly away, little bi
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I was thinking of a series of dreams. Where nothing comes up to the top. Everything stays down where it's wounded. And comes to a permanent stop. Wasn't thinking of anything specific. Like in a d
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(Who-oo-oo-oo is Mr Brown?). Mr Brown is a clown who rides through town in a coffin. (Where he be found?). In the coffin where there is. Three crows on top and two is laughing. Oh, what a confusi
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Well I'm lookin' the world over. Looking far off into the east. And I see my baby comin'. She's walking with the village beast. I feel a change comin' on. And the last part of the day's already g