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. Concrete mountains rearing up, throwing shadows just about five. Sometimes you can smell the green if your mind is feeling fine. There ain't no finer place to be, than running Lake Shore Drive. And there's
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Should never have left the crystal lake Should never have left the crystal lake. For parties full of folks who flake. Italian leather winter games. Retired by the duraflames The crystal lake it
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Take off my nothing inside. take off my nothing inside. green green green green. temple . green, your simple guide. bubble back in young beat. glad . their rights. and this the. far and. the
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He had a reason to get back to Lake Charles. He used to talk about it, he'd just go on and on. He always said Louisiana was where he felt at home He was born in Nacogdoches. That's in East Texas
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Way down in Bowling Green. Prettiest girls you've ever seen. A man in Kentucky sure is lucky. To love down in Bowling Green Bowling Green folks treat you kind. They let you think your own mind
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. Past the guards to the forest. So quiet in her still reflection. Drawing them down, drawing them down to the lake. To the centre of her attention Steal the moon tonight. Before the morning. Steal
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An arm clothed in white Samite. From out the quiet water. I am the lady of the lake. Come take my sword wear it by your side
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to touch the green, green grass of home Yes, they'll all come to meet me. Arms reaching, smiling sweetly. It's good to touch the green, green grass of home The old house is still standing. Though
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good to touch the green, green grass of home The old house is still standing. Though the paint is cracked and dry. And there's that old oak tree that I used to play on Down the lane I walk with my
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good to touch the green, green grass of home Yes, they've all come to meet me, arms a-reached smiling sweetly. It's so good to touch the green, green grass of home The old house is still standing
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the ground green, green, keep it clean. stick all your money up your money machine. green green perfect scene. oh it's very very nice here. but i wouldn't wanna live here you got your blazing red
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not well. It all goes on around the lake. It all goes on around the lake Some insurance. off the pain. sometimes i . you know is not us Chorus. And its only in the winds and fire. So . That
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Rusty green summers almost gone. I see winds clouding up the sun. And I cant find my way. Everythings gray Rusty green eyes on my mind. Memories someplace out of time. All the things we would do
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The boatman rose to the sound of his heartbeat. Loud in the silent approach of the dawn. He glanced through the window at mist on the lake. Which hung like a shroud in the still of the morn. The
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good to touch the green, green grass of home. Yes, they'll all come to meet me, arms reaching, smiling sweetly. It's good to touch the green, green grass of home. The old house is still standing tho
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I kneel before the green light. Of her singing crayon eyes. And then I kiss her stomach. And it's then I realize Her light is the night. I'm not blind, I believe in you I see a green light. I
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refrain for a boy in Fiddler's Green His tiny, knotted heart, well I guess it never worked too good. A timber tore apart and the water gorged the wood. You can hear her whispered prayer for men at mass
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Verse 1. Looking out at forests painted green. We could barely see. From way up top the willow tree. Shaking branches, old familiar breeze. Was only you and me. In our own world covered in green
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young. After the storm a calm would come above her. I thought that I could be the one to part the clouds before the sun above her (Chorus). Green reminds me. Of everything we did it blinds me. It
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Midnight one more night without sleepin' -. Watchin' till the morning comes creepin'. Green door what's that secret you're keepin'?. There's an old piano. And they play it hot. Behind the green