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A ram sam sam, a ram sam sam. Guli guli guli guli guli ram sam sam. A ram sam sam, a ram sam sam. Guli guli guli guli guli ram sam sam. A rafiq, a rafiq. Guli guli guli guli guli ram sam sam. A rafiq
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having fun. Band on the run, band on the run. And the jailer man and sailor sam were searching every one. . For the band on the run, band on the run, band on the run, band on the run. . Well, the
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. I hope, you're having fun! Band on the run. Band on the run. And the jailer man and Sailor Sam. Were searching every one For the band on the run. For the band on the run. Band on the run. Band
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We are descendants of the free. We are the soldiers of the cause. We shouted out the same decree. To hold the truth above the law Those were the nights to remember. Now they're the nights to forge
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Over land, I traveled time and space and quicksand. And for sixty days I knew no other road. And through the maelstrom, we turned in time with the kick drum. I was swallowed and twisted and spit ou
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Ooh, it's got me mystified, heavy now. Deep down to my soul. You try to keep the wheel steady now. Easy as she goes I can hear on the wind. A tale that needs to be told again. The horizon bends a
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When it comes calling, will you heed the call?. When it gets heavy, now, will you let it fall?. And as the loon cries, it opens minds The stream reflects these Northern climes. Through these days,
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having fun. Band on the run, band on the run. And the jailer man and sailor sam were searching every one. . For the band on the run, band on the run, band on the run, band on the run. . Well, the
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Song Deliver Me - Rick Roberts. They followed him for seven days. And lost him when he turned away. From where they thought. He would surely go. But they caught him up in Lewistown. And when they
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Song The Chance - Julie Roberts. I found a book that my mama kept. Filled with secrets she hid. And in a dusty old attic, one mornin I read. About a woman I never met. Who had dreams just like mine
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Come make your complaint to Bootleg Saint. (He's been gone, keepin' on, keepin' on for your freedom). Black boots, brown skin, he's chemical roots. He's taking back the city one sinner at a time He
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The cinematic after effects of alcohol. Have led me to believe. That there's nothing more beautiful. Than a face as it starts to fade From your memory. What had once been clear as the day. Obscur
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Another day breaks and the last one's gone. You dig deep just to carry on. Your debt's paid off but it don't feel gone. So you slip out the back and you're moving on I can never figure out how to m
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You feel the weight of the world on your shoulder. As every day gets shorter and colder. And hand in hand we walk through a land of fire. The mountains bleed red as the sun gets higher All the thin