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Jack, wanting someone to feel. Sat up on the hill and. Waited all day for Jill. . Jill, always away from home. Never bothering to phone. Always leaving poor Jack alone. . Now why do you think
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Song A Ceiling, Four Walls, And A Floor - Johnny Cash. His daddy said son you oughta quit dreamin'. Put your feet on the ground and your future in the hands of the Lord. But the boy said no that
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(Music and lyrics Jill Johnson/Lisa Carver/Pam Rose). I trust the broken hearted. I trust the lost and fallen souls. Cause they know,. That kind of tears I've tasted. . The nights and days I've
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tired and she's tired. Of this life she's been leading too long. And the times turns around through the walls that surround. To the chimes of a jailer's song Oh but in my four, in my four, in my four
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told me. . Chorus Your four words from a heartbreak (just four) Four words from a mistake (just four) Your four words from a heartbreak . He's leaving It's over Hey sorry And goodbye Maybe All we have
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grillz. Fillin out stacks of bills, jaguar like Jacksonville,. Bringing these hoes like Jacks and Jill. Chorus - Akon. Can you believe my fantasy girl is a go-go dancer (dancer). She got me wantin her. Can
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four down and twelve across?. Two letter synonym for lost, that's me. And a three letter word. That rhymes with through. Oh, I get it. That's you Never believed in horoscopes. But to the left of
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. . Pre-chorus. Life is not what I thought it wa-a-as. Twenty-four hours ago. Still I'm singin'. Spirit take me up in arms with you. And I'm not who I thought I wa-a-as. Twenty-four hours ago. Still
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. . Pre-chorus. Life is not what I thought it wa-a-as. Twenty-four hours ago. Still I'm singin'. Spirit take me up in arms with you. And I'm not who I thought I wa-a-as. Twenty-four hours ago. Still
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. . Pre-chorus. Life is not what I thought it wa-a-as. Twenty-four hours ago. Still I'm singin'. Spirit take me up in arms with you. And I'm not who I thought I wa-a-as. Twenty-four hours ago. Still
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there was nothing more. Absurd than that love is just a four-letter word. . Though I never knew just what you meant. When you were speaking to your man. I can only think in terms of me. And now I
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). (brand new and live from jill scott). (making the ghetto feel hot and say what you say). (let'em know). . jill. Met him on a thursday sunny afternoon cumulus clouds. 84 degrees he was brown. Said he
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Song Big Four Poster Bed - Brenda Lee. It was just boards of rough cut pine. And a quilt of patch work cotton. A place to lay your body down was that big four poster bed. Daddy built it out of pine
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(Shel Silverstein). . It was just boards of rough cut pine,. And a quilt of patch work cotton. A place to lay your body down was that big four poster bed. . Daddy built it out of pine two days