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pillows. Silver cloud puffs up and billows. Full potential, transcendental Sit with the guru. Meditation, ooo-ooo, high, high where eagles fly. Leave today untouched in the sky. Stretch out your mind
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fainting struggling seaman, you may rescue you may save Dark the night of sin has settled loud the angry billows roar. Eager eyes are watching longing for the lights along the shore Let the lower lights be
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my friends have all flown. There is one thought that cheers me and makes my heart glad. I won't have to cross Jordan alone. I won't have to cross Jordan. guitar . Though the billows of trouble
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fainting struggling seaman, you may rescue you may save Dark the night of sin has settled loud the angry billows roar. Eager eyes are watching longing for the lights along the shore Let the lower lights be
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by the gently flowing billows. And watched the golden sunset fade away. And there among the sweet ocean breezes. We talked about our future wedding day. Gathering up the shells from the seashore
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Oh, the shark has pretty teeth, dear. And he shows them, pearly white. Just a jackknife has MacHeath, dear. And he keeps it out of sight When the shark bites with his teeth, dear. Scarlet billows
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sight When. . the shark bites with his teeth dear, Scarlet. billows start to spread Fancy. gloves though wears, MacHeath dear, So. there’s not a trace mmm, of red On. . the sidewalk Sunday, mornin
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When upon lifes billows you are tempest-tossed,. When you are discouraged, thinking all is lost,. Count your many blessings, name them one by one,. And it will surprise you what the Lord hath done
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Japan with a ravenous pen. Hungry for oil and iron tin, to you're left a concrete factory. Smoke billows, fists punch, victory. And my hands start shaking and Japan starts shaking And I begin to draw
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billows to the floor. To do the things. I've dreamed about. But never done before. Perhaps I'm bad or wild or mad. With lots of grief in store. But I want much more. Than keepin' house. Much more
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sight When. . the shark bites with his teeth dear, Scarlet. billows start to spread Fancy. gloves though wears, MacHeath dear, So. there’s not a trace mmm, of red On. . the sidewalk Sunday, mornin
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sight When. . the shark bites with his teeth dear, Scarlet. billows start to spread Fancy. gloves though wears, MacHeath dear, So. there’s not a trace mmm, of red On. . the sidewalk Sunday, mornin
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billows start to spread. Fancy gloves though wears Macheath, dear. So there's not a trace, mmm of red. . On the sidewalk, Sunday mornin', baby. Lies a body, oozin' life. Someone sneakin' around the
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, jaded judges bleed the broken bench. Liberty's a homicide, she been flogged to death. With money's monkey wrench. Desperado apostates set fire to every holy word we've heard. Silence billows from the
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Verse 1. The smoke cloud billows out his mouth like a freight train through a small town. The jokes that he told across the bar were revolting and far too loud. Chorus. They shake their heads saying
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billows start to spread. Fancy gloves though, wears macheath dear. So there's not, not a trace of red. . On a sunday, sunday morning. Lies a body, oozin life. Someones sneaking round the corner. Tell
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Oh the shark has pearly teeth, dear. And he shows them, pearly white. Just a jack knife has Macheath, dear. And he keeps it out of sight Oh the shark bites with his teeth, dear. Scarlet billows
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Cajun queen used to Southern belles. Through the smoky billows of my tobacco leaves. I watched her in the mirror as she was lovin' me. . I'm runnin' down the road can't find the interstate. I's like
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, dear. Scarlet billows, they begin to spread. Fancy white gloves though has Macheath, dear. So there's rarely, never one trace of red. . On the sidewalk, one Sunday mornin'. Lies a body oozin' life
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. Scarlet billows, they begin to spread. Fancy white gloves though has Macheath, dear. So there's rarely, never one trace of red On the sidewalk, one Sunday mornin'. Lies a body oozin' life. Someone's
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billows start to spread. Fancy gloves though, wears macheath dear. So there's not, not a trace of red. . On a sunday, sunday morning. Lies a body, oozin life. Someones sneaking round the corner. Tell
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billows start to spread. Fancy gloves though, wears macheath dear. So there's not, not a trace of red. . On a sunday, sunday morning. Lies a body, oozin life. Someones sneaking round the corner. Tell
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billows start to spread. Fancy gloves though, wears macheath dear. So there's not, not a trace of red. . On a sunday, sunday morning. Lies a body, oozin life. Someones sneaking round the corner. Tell
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, dear. Scarlet billows, they begin to spread. Fancy white gloves though has Macheath, dear. So there's rarely, never one trace of red. . On the sidewalk, one Sunday mornin'. Lies a body oozin' life
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that crown. And you can all die laughing because I'll wear it proudly Well you seem to be shivering dear and the room is awfully warm. In the white and scarlet billows that subside beyond the storm
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billows start to spread. Fancy gloves though, wears macheath dear. So there's not, not a trace of red. . On a sunday, sunday morning. Lies a body, oozin life. Someones sneaking round the corner. Tell
