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Did you ever sleep at the foot of the bed. When the weather was a whizzin' cold?. When the wind was a whistlin' round. The house and the moon was yellow as gold. . You give your good one
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. Worrying 'bout the daily grind. But life's a journey, no need to hurry. It's one day at a time. . Chorus. One foot in front of the other. Take one step and then take another. Keep on walkin', we're
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(Dolly Parton) She was born in a place called Blue Valley. At the foot of the Tennessee hills. With the blue birds and blue bells. And blue mountain water. And the sound of the Blue Whippoorwill
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takes a minute, yeah. Oh, but wait, I'm nearly at your pace. Oh yeah, I'm coming for you, yeah, yeah, yeah. Chorus. 'Cause oh, yeah, I put one foot in front of the other today. I stretched my arms out
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those tears, get out of my face,. Leave out the puzzles, I know you're faking. But it's too late. Cause, oh, oh, oh!. Guess that when we leaving all be back in a form, baby! Chorus. Because I'm one
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stand the heat Bad blood - hostile words get spoke in anger. Caught up in a game where no one wins. Our heads tend to disregard the dangers. While our hearts hang in the balance. And the wheel of
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Title Blood On The Valley Floor. Artist Soundgarden . Albums King Animal. All turns around . All together we stumbled . In there, a million pounds . Everyone with a raise around . And the smoke lies
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a nigga that pull her hair and hold the door for her. Baby, that's only me, bitch, it okay with me. Baby, okay, okay though. Yeah, you're lookin' at the truth, the money never lie no. I'm the one
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bat out of Hell Then I'm dying at the bottom of a pit. In the blazing sun. All torn and twisted. At the foot of a burnin' bike. And I think somebody somewhere. Must be tollin' a bell And the last
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But the land was already claimed by a people. When the cowboy came and when the soldiers came. The story of the American Indian is in a lot of ways. A story of tragedy, like that day at Wounded
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something's one thing. But the race must still be run Take care of little jealousies. And talk that kills for fun. And hold your heart in readiness. It's so easy to come undone But I think I saw a brand new
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see the sudden curve until it's way too late. And I never see the sudden curve till it's way too late. . Then I'm down at the bottom of a pit in the blazing sun. Torn and twisted at the foot of a
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see the sudden curve until it's way too late. And I never see the sudden curve till it's way too late. . Then I'm down at the bottom of a pit in the blazing sun. Torn and twisted at the foot of a
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, unfamiliar sands. Amongst the ice fog. A DC 8 awaits. Our means of travel. To visionary worlds. Let us imagine Down in the valley the calm trees. Are swaying in time. (We can't avert our eyes) Down in
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in the name of love. . One man caught on a barbed wire fence. One man he resist. One man washed on an empty beach. One man betrayed with a kiss. . In the name of love. What more in the name of
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There is a place in the bottom of the soul. It's the bread of destitution. Hearts splashed flat like dough. Where there is no pollution Mute with no words to hold. Hopes, questions or solutions
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in the name of love. . One man caught on a barbed wire fence. One man he resist. One man washed on an empty beach. One man betrayed with a kiss. . In the name of love. What more in the name of
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in the name of love. . One man caught on a barbed wire fence. One man he resist. One man washed on an empty beach. One man betrayed with a kiss. . In the name of love. What more in the name of
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to do is be the Bruce Lee of loose leaf. Abused ink, used it as a tool when I blew steam (wooh!). Hit the lottery, oh wee. But with what I gave up to get it was bittersweet. It was like winning a used
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wind has learned my name. And it's tellin' me that things are not the same. In the leaves on the trees and the touch of the breeze. There's a pleasin' sense of happiness for me. There is only one wish on
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fool's gold has it's shine. . Never held down, never restrainted. Virtue's foot to the throat,. Free of broken chains. Thus always to tyrants,. Laugh at the conquered, the victims now betray. . And
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. We don't need a fancy town. Or bottles that we can't pronounce. 'Cause anywhere, babe. Is like Paris in the rain. When I'm with you. When I'm with you. Paris in the rain. Paris in the rain. I look at
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the sun. That was floating on the breeze. Look at Mother Nature on the run in the 20th century. Look at Mother Nature on the run in the 20th century I was lying in a burned out basement. With the
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love with the shape of you . Verse 2 . One week in we let the story begin . We're going out on our first date . You and me are thrifty . So go all you can eat . Fill up your bag and I fill up a plate
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. Come on now, follow my lead. Come, come on now, follow my lead. I'm in love with the shape of you. We push and pull like a magnet do. Although my heart is falling too. I'm in love with your body. And
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. . Drive like the wind,. Straining the limits of machine and man. Laughing out loud. With fear and hope, I've got a desperate plan. At the one-lane bridge. I leave the giants stranded at the riverside
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. Little children everywhere. Their looking for reindeer in the air I hear a knocking at the door. Tis the season more and more. As we celebrate the birthday of our lord. Oh, grandmas in the kitchen The
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. There are a stranger's silk sequins at the foot of the bed. He's been to weddings and funerals but he still never wept. Now sorrow is pleasure when you want it instead Just like that soul singer in the
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Down in yon forest there's stands a hall. The bells of paradise I heard them ring. It's covered all over with purple and pall. And I love my Lord Jesus above anything. . In that hall there
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. Machine of god and devil too. With no weapons just the truth. Belief does not existence make. It's only in your mind. The nature of reality. Is only in your mind.
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. Machine of god and devil too. With no weapons just the truth. Belief does not existence make. It's only in your mind. The nature of reality. Is only in your mind.
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. Machine of god and devil too. With no weapons just the truth. Belief does not existence make. It's only in your mind. The nature of reality. Is only in your mind.
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silver tongued devil. His army of elves. At his hooves did they revel. They came after me. With masterful deceit. Broke down my lute. And they kicked in my teeth. While the devil's horns. Minced our tender
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little too tall. The one in the back, she was flat as a wall. But the one in the middle, as cute as could be. The one in the middle was looking at me Yeah she was five foot two, about 95 pounds. She
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morning. . In a brown earthen pot on the sill. . Of the window that looks out. . Across the valley, probably always will
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marine. In the half-built hotels out of focus. They're mending the vending machines. Where sixty Italian love songs. Are sung to a million guitars. They lick their drinks on sticks. Among the men with