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The boy's got brains. He just don't use 'em that's all. The boy's got brains. He just refuse to use 'em an' that's all. He says,"The more I get to thinkin'. The less I tend to laugh". The boy's
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Verse. Je ne suis qu'une forme. Aux contours incertains. Avec un regard morne. Un tantinet hautain. J'avance à l'aveuglette. Et je suis mal lunée. Une pièce sans fenêtre. Avec vue sur mes pied
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A passenger traveling quietly conceals himself. With a magazine and a sleepless pillow. Over the crest of the mountains the moon. Begins its climb And he wakes to find he's in rolling farm land The
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Well I'm accustomed to a smooth ride. Or maybe I'm a dog who's lost its bite. I don't expect to be treated like a fool no more. I don't expect to sleep through the night. Some people say a lie's a
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The first time I heard "peggy sue". I was 12 years old. Russians up in rocket ships. And the war was cold. Now many wars have come and gone. Genocide still goes on. Buddy holly still goes on. B
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Prayers offered in times of peace are silent conversations,. Appeals for love or loves release, in private invocations. But all that is changed now,. Gone like a memory from the day before the fire
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The first time I saw her. I couldn't be sure. But the sin of impatience. Said, "She's just what you're looking for" So I walked right up to her. And with the part of me that talks. I introduce my
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It was the morning of October 6th, 1960. I was wearing my brown suit. Preparing to leave the house of D. Shook some hands then adios Brooklyn amigos Maybe some of them had hopes of seeing me again.
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We sailed up a river, wild as a sea. Slept on the banks on the leaves of a banyan tree. And all of these spirit voices rule the night Some stories are magical, meant to be sung. Songs from the mout
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I got some so-called friends, they'll smile right to my face. Oh, when my back is turned they'd like to stick it to me. Yes they would Oh no no, oh no no. There's only one thing I need to know. Wh
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There were two men down. And the score was tied. In the bottom of the eighth. When the pitcher died And they laid his spikes. On the pitcher's mound. And his uniform was torn. And his number was
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Silent eyes. Watching Jerusalem. Make her bed of stones Silent eyes. No one will comfort her. Jerusalem weeps alone She is sorrow, sorrow. She burns like a flame. And she calls my name Silent ey
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Prayers offered in times of peace are silent conversations,. Appeals for love or loves release, in private invocations. But all that is changed now,. Gone like a memory from the day before the fire
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