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and May. You're New York on a silvery day. A Swiss Alp as the sun grows fainter. You're Loch Lomond when autumn is the painter You're moonlight on a night in Capri. And Cape Cod looking out at the
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. To James Joyce Soles. To James Joyce Soles. I went down at midnight. To the Holy Loch shore. And scattered the ashes. Of James Joyce Soles. He knew the reasons. Why we were here. He loved your
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(Roger Taylor). . There once was a king of paris. There once was an emperor of brazil. There was maybe a loch ness monster. There once was a buffalo bill. Now you can search the whole wide
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night, wish the hardest. At night, disco goddess. At night, the itch so modest. At night, the Crisco loch ness. At night, the mouthful omelette. At sight, fishfull goblets. At night, the witch go
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. Balancing brass bands on the tip of my toe. Phoning your home from a tree. Drinking my favorite loch When I was old they gave me a model factory. I met three salads out on motorway. Leaving your name at
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mir n loch in kopf mit fragen,. Die man sich stellt an diesen tagen. Zu ner andren zeit, war ne reise in die ewigkeit. Fr uns zwei doch ne kleinigkeit. Zu ner andren zeit, war uns kein weg zu weit
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unreliable source in a bar, or some place like that. Inevitably, it would be discounted as drunken hearsay, much like Area 51 or the Loch Ness Monster, until they were eventually proven to be true, of course
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than a holiday,. Everywhere the angels play you are. . You're like Paris in April and May. You're New York on a silvery day. A Swiss Alp as the sun grows fainter,. You're Loch Lomond when autumn is
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crawls to the surface. Of a dark Scottish loch Another working day has ended. Only the rush hour hell to face. Packed like lemmings into shiny metal boxes. Contestants in a suicidal race Daddy grips
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f mo mhar Tharlaigh 'steach i dtoigh m is casadh orm daoin. D'fhiafraigh siad crbh as m n'n tr 'nr tgadh m. Labhair m leof' i mBarla gur tgadh m in irinn. Limh le Loch Eirne i gCoillidh Lios na
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Bài hát Belle Isle (Without Overdubs, Self Portrait) - Bob Dylan. One evening for pleasure I rambled to view. The fair fields all alone. Down by the banks of Loch Eiron. Where beauty and pleasure
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f mo mhar Tharlaigh 'steach i dtoigh m is casadh orm daoin. D'fhiafraigh siad crbh as m n'n tr 'nr tgadh m. Labhair m leof' i mBarla gur tgadh m in irinn. Limh le Loch Eirne i gCoillidh Lios na
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One evening for pleasure I rambled to view. The fair fields all alone. Down by the banks of Loch Eiron. Where beauty and pleasure were known. . I spied a fair maid at her labour. Which caused
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Hook. My moods live on that swing same. Push me harder push me push me swang into tomorrow Gawk as I thread this loch ness slipstream sepsis. Subconscious up f twitch asterisk see off my meds
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. And out come the wolves, like dogs they bark. If the locomotion makes you sway like the ocean. And you need some more, ask from the tj's promotion. S. O. S. , I come from Loch Ness. And you'd
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the cockpit. Got spit like a french kiss chicks lock lips. Coming from the deep black like the Loch Ness. Now bring apocalypse like the heart of darkness It's like the heart of the artist become a
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thằng ốc ếch nhìn chúng mày ngốc nghếch. Đầu chúng mày rỗng tuếch tao đã ở dưới. Như quái vật hồ Loch Ness. Nghe chúng mày bốc phét. Cũng muốn dạy cho mấy thằng nhóc cách. Nhưng mà không có thời gian ngồi
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One evening for pleasure I rambled to view. The fair fields all alone. Down by the banks of Loch Eiron. Where beauty and pleasure were known. . I spied a fair maid at her labour. Which caused
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just pulled a pistol on the guy with the missile launcher. I'm just a Loch Ness, the mythological. Quick to tell a bitch screw off like a fifth of Vodka. When you twist the top of the bottle, I'm a
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told em I was Mike D. They was like, "Gee I don't know, he might be!". I told em, "Meet me at Kid Rock's next concert. I'll be standin by the Loch Ness Monster (okay) peace out (bye!!)". Then I jetted to
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watch us. I can feel it, the dream is more than process. I can put a regime that forms a Loch Ness. I can feel it, the scream that haunts all logic. I feel like sayin' somethin', I feel like takin