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The first thing I remember, I was lying in my bed. I couldn't've been no more than one or two. And I remember there's a radio, coming from the room next door. My mother laughed the way some ladies'
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I was reading a magazine. And thinking of a rock and roll song. The year was nineteen fifty four. And I hadn't been playing that long When a man came on the radio. And this is what he said. He sa
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Whoa I got time on my hands tonight. You're the girl of my dreams. When I'm near you my future seems bright Oh I want you to be my girl. I want you to be my movie. I am Sal Mineo and I need you so
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If a feeling's born and no one complains. Well that's good luck. Running through young veins. And if life is a blessing. That brushes the tops of the trees. Well it's a short walk. In a sweet br
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The smartest people in the world. Had gathered in los angeles. To analyze our love affair. And possibly unscramble us. And we sat among our photographs. Examined every one. And in the end we com
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I have a wisdom tooth. Inside my crowded face. I have a friend who is a born-again. Found his savior's grace. I was born before my father. And my children before me. We are born and born again.
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What can I do, what can I do?. Much of what you say is true. I know you see through me. But there's no tenderness. Beneath your honesty Oh, right and wrong, right and wrong. Ooh, never helped us
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Prayers offered in times of peace are silent conversations,. Appeals for love or loves release, in private invocations. But all that is changed now,. Gone like a memory from the day before the fire
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Many's. the time I've been mistaken and, many times confused And. I've often felt forsaken and, certainly misused But. it's all right it's, all right I'm, just weary to my bones Still. you, don't
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. . Lead vocal, acoustic guitar-paul simon. Recorded at paul simon's home
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Whoa I got time on my hands tonight. You're the girl of my dreams. When I'm near you my future seems bright Oh I want you to be my girl. I want you to be my movie. I am Sal Mineo and I need you so
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Lord, I'm a working man. And music is my trade. I'm travelin' with this five-piece band. I play the ace of spades I have a wife and family. Who don't see much of me. God bless the absentee Lord,
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Somewhere in a burst of glory. Sound becomes a song. I'm bound to tell a story. That's where I belong When I see you smiling. When I hear you singing. Lavender and roses. Every ending a beginnin
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(A-wa a-wa) o kodwa you zo-nge li-sa namhlange. (A-wa a-wa) si-bona kwenze ka kanjani. (A-wa a-wa) amanto mbazane ayeza. She's a rich girl. She don't try to hide it. Diamonds on the soles of her
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A passenger traveling quietly conceals himself. With a magazine and a sleepless pillow. Over the crest of the mountains the moon. Begins its climb And he wakes to find he's in rolling farm land The
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