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I've got the "you don't know the half of it, dearie" blues. Oh, how I wish you'd drop that anger and end your cruise. You're just a duffer who makes me suffer. All the younger set says your
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Def with my rhymes against humanity. Teeter-tottering between brilliance and insanity. The one part the Fuehrer the one part the Pope. It's the inevitable return baby of the Great White Dope
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sack of some blow. Half on a s—, half-half on a sack of some—. Bring that dro and plenty P. Nose all runny, found a snow bunny. Take her to the crib, make her drink cummy. I'm from the hood, I ain't
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(Bachman). . There ain't no reason to talk about the things I could have done. My livin' don't come easy and I've hardly just begun. I'm not getting back the heartaches like before. Anymore
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Song Easier For Me (1994 Remastered) - Harry Nilsson. Nobody loved her, it was easy to see. That made it easy for me. The boys never fought over her company. That made it easy for me. . Love so
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dragged threw the blood and glass. Blood stains on their good names and all of us take the blame Meanwhile in north Alabama, Wilson Pickett comes to town. To record that sweet soul music, that's Muscle
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Many moons ago in a far off place. Lived a handsome prince with a gloomy face. For he did not have a bride. . Oh, he sighed, "Alas" and he cried, "Alas". For alas, the prince couldn't find a
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going,. Even though the rough times are showing. There's just no way,. There's no way. We're part of the same place. We're part of the same time. We both share the same blood. We both have the same mind
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deer. The playing of the merry organ. Sweet singing in the choir The holly bears a berry. As red as any blood. And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ. To do poor sinners good Oh, the rising of the sun
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It could've been me but it was you. Who went and bit off a little bit more than he could chew. You said that you had it made, but you been had. The woman no good, no how, thinkin' maybe the blood
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happened to homes as opposed to houses?. A conversation, sayings as the evening drowses. It's just like 4 6 2 O 1. It's just like 4 6 2 O 1. . Whatever happened to early morning urban skies?. And
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happened to homes as opposed to houses?. A conversation, sayings as the evening drowses. It's just like 4 6 2 O 1. It's just like 4 6 2 O 1. . Whatever happened to early morning urban skies?. And
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(drums) Well well well, now, *** de nasty sucker dat be respondable fo de enwhiffment o de origumal potium. now in his infinate respondable party personage as de evil prince and through de magik o stage
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bloodshed. No disguise can deface evil. Stains the primitive sickle blood red Deviated lies, fear blinds your eyes. Enforcing their truth through a gun. Aggressive discipline and barbaric control
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Song Kingston Market - Harry Belafonte. Have you ever seen a rainbow. Or a garden blooming bright. Heard the shuffle of a thousand feet. And drums from morning 'til night?. Come we go down, come we
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, and mine to be a smile But when you rely on a lie that's true. And no one believes in the things you do. 'Cause half of the lies you tell ain't true. I'm gonna find a. I'm gonna find a piece of You
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The day drags by like a wounded animal. The approaching disease, 92 degrees. The blood oin our veins and the brains in our head. The approaching unease, 92 degrees. Long ago in the headlines
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Song Where The Little Jesus Sleeps - Harry Belafonte. Come to Bethl'em, come to Bethl'em. Dooy dai dooy dai dooy dai da. Come children all, to the lonely stall. Where the little Jesus sleeps. Bring
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music - Sean McGrath and Leon del Muerte. lyrics - Ross Sewage Necrotic ooze poured from a carafe. Acquired for a blood bath In the morgue lies a treasure trove of lividous compounds decaying. A
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back silly rabbit. I'm going' to my media assassin. Harry Allen, I gotta ask him. Yo Harry, you're a writer, are we that type?. Don't believe the hype. I got flavor and all those things you know
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Song I Guess The Lord Must Be In New York City - Harry Nilsson. I'll say goodbye. To all my sorrow. And by tomorrow. I'll be on my way. I guess the Lord must be in New York City. I'm so tired. Of
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Song I Guess The Lord Must Be In New York City - Harry Nilsson. I'll say goodbye. To all my sorrow. And by tomorrow. I'll be on my way. I guess the Lord must be in New York City. I'm so tired. Of
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