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Who colt the game. Who colt the game. It's not natty dready. It must be bald heady. Somebody play the wrong domino. And want the world to flollow. Someone is fillin' their sack. In a completry? black.
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They sat together in the park. As the evening sky grew dark. She looked at him and he felt a spark tingle to his bones. It was then he felt alone and wished that he'd gone straight. And watched ou
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Well, I'm hanging on to a solid rock. Made before the foundation of the world. And won't let go, and I can't let go, won't let go. And I can't let go, won't let go, and I can't let go no more. .
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While riding on a train goin' west. I feel asleep for take my a rest. I dreamed a dream that make me sad. Concerning myself and the first few friends I had. . With half-damp eyes I stared to the
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Come you masters of war. You that build all the guns. You that build the death planes. You that build all the bombs. You that hide behind walls. You that hide behind desks. I just want you to kn
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I've just reached a place. Where the willow don't bend. There's not much more to be said. It's the top of the end. I am going. I am going. I am gone. . I am closing the book. On the pages and
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I rolled and I tumbled, I cried the whole night long. I rolled and I tumbled, I cried the whole night long. Woke up this morning, I must have bet my money wrong. . I got troubles so hard, I can't
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Frankie was a good girl. Everybody knows. Paid one hundred dollars. For Albert's new suit of clothes. He was her man but he done her wrong. . Albert said "I'm leaving you". Won't be gone for lo
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Ain't it just like the night to play tricks when you're tryin' to be so quiet?. We sit here stranded, though we're all doin our best to deny it. And Louise holds a handfull of rain, tempting you to
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As I travel down life's pathway. Know not what the years may hold. As I ponder hopes grow fonder. Precious memories flood my soul. Precious memories how they linger. How they ever flood my soul.
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Tell me, I've got to know. Tell me, tell me before I go. Does that flame still burn? Does that fire still glow?. Or has it died out and melted like the snow. Tell me. Tell me. . Tell me, what a
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The trail is dark and dusty. The road is kinda rough. But the good road is awaitin'. And boys, it ain't far off Trails of troubles. Roads of battle. Paths of victory. We shall walk I walked out
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If you're traveling in the north country fair. Where the winds hit heavy on the borderline. Remember me to one who lives there. She once was the true love of mine. . If you go when the snowflakes
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