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Force from the butcher, machine-like. One mighty hand at shoulder height. Feet tread heavy on a black floor. Look at the breadth of those fingers One more for the chopping board. For the chopping
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holding scepters with fingers thin. Empty vessels asserting we are still king, we are still king. Black stuff running like nosebleed danger. Swarming towards the source of the noise I will draw Japan
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Today I found a baby's glove. Lying on the drainage board, so still. Yesterday a leather glove. From the slim tinkered hand of a woman The next time I saw one it was lying half frozen. And
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Take me back to the black hills. The black hills of Dakota. To the beautiful Indian country. That I love Lost my heart in the black hills. The black hills of Dakota. Where the pines are so high
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Theme From "Summer Of '42"- Ray Conniff, The Singers. The summer smiles, the summer knows, . And unashamed, she sheds her clothes. . The summer smoothes the restless sky . And lovingly she warms the
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. Children of the night. But it's the only way alive. This black hole's pulling me inside. Of this black heart, this black soul. Underneath this black, black sky. Baby, you should come with me. I'll take you
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. Walk across that old log bridge. Stretching 'cross Black River Swamp. . I can hear them bullfrogs croaking. In the blackness of the night. Calling me back to my childhood. Down here in Black River
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praying in the dead of night. . Here comes the black queen, poking in the pile. Fie-for the black queen, marching single file. Take this, take that, bring them down to size. . Put them in the cellar
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you. But my father spoke of you trough that liquor. Can we get a curtain call. Let us pray your idea outlives you 'Cause everywhere there is a Chicago. The only way we're getting out of here is if
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Been climbing trees I've skinned my knees. My hands are black, the sun is going down. She scruffs my hair in the kitchen steam. She's listening to the dream I weaved today Crosswords through the
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Nowhere to hide, nowhere to run;. You have to fight in the tournament of hell. Nowhere to hide, nowhere to run;. You have to fight in the tournament of hell. Death from above, unholy spy. Black
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I press your hand in mine however cautiously. I keep a smile right to myself. And I lapse into the grasp of an overriding obsession. And I get sick as I watch my interests fall into suspension
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Song Theme From The Dukes Of Hazzard (Good Ol' Boys) - Waylon Jennings. Just'a good ol' boys. Never meanin' no harm. Beats all you never saw. Been in trouble with the law. Since the day they was born
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Song Black And Blue Rainbow - The Sons Of Champlin. Who wants to see. A black and blue rainbow?. Not you or me. But there are things we should know. There’s a reason for everything. And a season for
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(Jean-Paul Maunick / Jim Watson). Rivers running black. It's a sign of the times. Rivers running black. To the heart of our soul
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We interrupt This Program Of the Beautiful World Of Ashanti. Chapter 2. To Bring You To The Streets. According To Black Child Black Child Rapping To The End.
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Take me back to the black hills. The black hills of Dakota. To the beautiful Indian country. That I love Lost my heart in the black hills. The black hills of Dakota. Where the pines are so high
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and the dance were. To find romance. While dancers dance so close. Deep inside to our dream of dreams. Our theme of themes. Romance. Yes I'm falling watch me falling. Something warm is turning
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You're nothin' but trouble. But trouble's what I like. Got our whole life to figure it out . So why start tonight. . Just take a picture of me. Takin' a picture of you. Makin' the face that
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concealed his stash. Crisp dollar bills leave no tracks. . In the back of a black cadillac. The voodoo music travels. Down skid row only black men can go. The shady deal unravels. . Johnny the fox
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concealed his stash. Crisp dollar bills leave no tracks. . In the back of a black cadillac. The voodoo music travels. Down skid row only black men can go. The shady deal unravels. . Johnny the fox
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concealed his stash. Crisp dollar bills leave no tracks. . In the back of a black cadillac. The voodoo music travels. Down skid row only black men can go. The shady deal unravels. . Johnny the fox
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Bài hát Many Shades Of Black - The Daconteur. Go ahead, go ahead, go ahead. And smash it on the floor. Take whatever's left. And take it with you out the door. See if I cry,. see if I shed a single
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Outside a train roars, the clatter is deafening. Louder than everything, drowns what you were saying. And the boys get on the back of that train. Their clamor is deafening, louder than everything
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Bài hát Beneath The Black Flag - Miracle of Sound. Out on the endless ocean . We tear along the gales . With rum inside our bellies warm . And freedom in our sails . A wayward bunch of scoundrels
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the funky. And you shall dwell in the face of the mule forever, Starchild. Oh, mule-mug, oh donkey-puss, Starchild Ahhhhahahaha. Humdrum, tweedle-dee dum, Starchild. And I have made a jackass out of
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the funky. And you shall dwell in the face of the mule forever, Starchild. Oh, mule-mug, oh donkey-puss, Starchild Ahhhhahahaha. Humdrum, tweedle-dee dum, Starchild. And I have made a jackass out of
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Black is the color of my true love's hair. His face so soft and wondrous fair. The purest eyes and the strongest hands. I love the ground on where he stands. Black is the color of my true love's
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Black is the color of my true love's hair. His face so soft and wondrous fair. The purest eyes and the strongest hands. I love the ground on where he stands. Black is the color of my true love's
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Black is the color of my true love's hair. His face so soft and wondrous fair. The purest eyes and the strongest hands. I love the ground on where he stands. Black is the color of my true love's
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, ballshit, . Ballshit, ballshit. I want to know, I want to know, . Can you feel the sprit of the lord?. . Ryder. There's nothing more sinister. As ministers in dresses. Gather round some nice black
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won't. I'm thinking that I would That's why I'm dressed in black. Ain't ever coming back. 'Cause I'm the black sheep of the family No, don't look the other way. I'll spit right in your face. 'Cause
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praying in the dead of night. . Here comes the black queen, poking in the pile. Fie-for the black queen, marching single file. Take this, take that, bring them down to size. . Put them in the cellar
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Bài hát Chico And The Man (Main Theme) - Jose Feliciano. Chico, don't be discouraged,. The Man he ain't so hard to understand. Chico, if you try now,. I know that you can lend a helping hand
