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, tote uzis. I make that bitch cum 'til she come to a conclusion. I'm ill as an illusion, I got B's like a sudent. Bitch I am not a human and this dick is therapeutic. She say, "Tunechi give that dick to
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I was walking along, minding my business,. When out of the orange colored sky,. Flash, bam, alacazam, Wonderful you came by. . I was humming a tune, drinking in sunshine,. When out of that
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I buy the nicest things from a supermarket store. Vitamin land and marzipan and I know just what they're all for. I've organized my useless life in a way I've never done before. Even visit the
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straight down the river road, spread a blanket on the hill. . (Verse). What's the temperature darling? I don't stare into the past. There was nothing that we could change or fix, it was never gonna last
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What would you think if I sang out of tune. Would you stand up and walk out on me. Lend me your ears and I'll sing you a song. And I'll try not to sing out of key. . Oh, I get by with a little
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What would you do if I sang out of tune. Would you stand up and walk out on me?. Lend me your ears and I'll sing you a song. And I'll try not to sing out of key Oh, I get by with a little help
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What would you do. If I sang out of tune. Would you stand up. And. And walk out o' me?. Friends!. Lend me your ears. And I'll sing you a song. And I'll try not to sing out of key. Thank you
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What would you do. If I sang out of tune. Would you stand up. And. And walk out o' me?. Friends!. Lend me your ears. And I'll sing you a song. And I'll try not to sing out of key. Thank you
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awake. City's dreams rang out like a melody. "I finally recognize the tune," he said Through fears and fervour, past lies and secrets. Of ink stained, panic-stricken 5 star heathens. Under storms of
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. It's hardly bearable to go. And barely possible to leave. . My sweet tempered angel. I wish I were able. To heal all the hurt with a tune. And if I had the powers. I would give you the stars. The
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good life and play my fiddle with pride. And thank God you're a country boy". . My daddy taught me young how to hunt and how to whittle. He taught me how to work and play a tune on the fiddle
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, to melt, to melt. Oh my poor memories Down to a trace. 'Til you forget that I'm alive. And you feel it's all right. Ooh I'm sure you'll be fine. Tune it out and I'm sure you'll be fine. Doing
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night had gone. The morning breeze like a bugle blew. Against the drums of dawn. Lay down your weary tune, lay down,. Lay down the song you strum,. And rest yourself 'neath the strength of strings
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bugle tune I'd just like to live in a tree hut. Yes, I'd like to live on the tree hut. Yes, I'd like to live on a tree hut. And listen to the sound of the birds And I don't want to live in a jail house
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an old familiar tune. Though you've forgotten half the words. And sunlight floods the room. Like a silent flock of birds. And hopes a red balloon. Disappearing through the clouds. I know it numbs the
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an old familiar tune. Though you've forgotten half the words. And sunlight floods the room. Like a silent flock of birds. And hopes a red balloon. Disappearing through the clouds. I know it numbs the
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(Latimer/Bardens). The sun has left the sky. Now you can close your eyes. Leave ALL the world behind until tomorrow. The dream is like a song. It leads you on and on. The piper plays his tune
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(Latimer/Bardens). The sun has left the sky. Now you can close your eyes. Leave ALL the world behind until tomorrow. The dream is like a song. It leads you on and on. The piper plays his tune
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(Latimer/Bardens). The sun has left the sky. Now you can close your eyes. Leave ALL the world behind until tomorrow. The dream is like a song. It leads you on and on. The piper plays his tune
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What would you do. if I sang outta tune. would you stand up. and walk out on me lend me your ears. and I'll sing you a song. and I'll try not to sing. outta key oh I get by with a little help
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