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I'm going down to Rose Marie's. She never does me wrong. She puts it to me plain as day. And gives it to me for a song. It's a wicked life but what the hell. But what that hell, oh everybody's go
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Hey! Mr Tambourine Man, play a song for me. I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to. Hey! Mr Tambourine Man, play a song for me. In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you. Tho
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We live in a political world. Love don't have any place. We're living in times. Where men commit crimes. And crime don't have any face. . We live in a political world. Icicles hanging down. We
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I didn't mean. To treat you so bad. You shouldn't take it so personal. I didn't mean. To make you so sad. You just happened to be there, that's all. When I saw you say "goodbye" to your friend a
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I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more. No, I aint gonna work on Maggie's farm no more. Well, I wake up in the morning. Fold my hands and pray for rain. I got a head full of ideas. That are
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Highway 51 runs right by my baby's door. Highway 51 runs right by my baby's door. If I don't get the gal I'm loving. Won't go down Highway 51 no more. . Well, I know that highway like I know my h
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timr. tambourine man. arthe byrds. al. mr. tambourine man/the byrds. Hey ! Mr Tambourine Man, play a song for me. I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to. Hey ! Mr Tambourine Man, play a s
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I'll sing you a song, ain't very long,. 'Bout an old man who never done wrong. How he died nobody can say,. They found him dead in the street one day. . Well, the crowd, they gathered one fine mo
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Done laid around, done stayed around. This old town too long. Summer's almost gone, winter's coming on. Done laid around, done stayed around. This old town too long. And it seems like I've got to
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May God bless and keep you always. May your wishes all come true. May you always do for others. And let others do for you. May you build a ladder to the stars. And climb on every rung. May you s
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Well met, well met, my own true love. Well met, well met, cried she. I've just returned from the salt, salt sea. And it's all for the love of thee
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There's always numbers. In my head. A countin hunger. That must be fed. . Got some pills. By my bed. Supposed to eat 'em. But I count them instead. . Am I crazy. Am I mad. I've run out of
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ti. ar. al. 93 Million Miles. 30 Seconds To Mars. StylesOfBeyond. Where does your garden grow?. Tell me the secrets that you know. Another time, another place. Where are the holy ones?. Selling the se
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