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Sons of the thief, sons of the saint. Who is the child with no complaint. Sons of the great or sons unknown. All were children like your own. The same sweet smiles, the same sad tears. The cries
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Chaos rampant in an age of distrust. Confrontations impulsive sabbath On and on south of Heaven The root of all evil is the heart of a black soul. The force that has lived all eternity. The never
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conform a new faith. Avidity and lust controlled by hate. The never ending search for your shattered sanity. Souls of damnation in their own reality. . Chaos rampant. An age of distrust
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South of the border, down Mexico way. That's where I fell in love when stars above came out to play. Now as I wander my thoughts ever stray. South of the border, down Mexico way She was a picture
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When the south wind of summer. Sings through the trees. And the high mountain thunder. Hangs low in the breeze A strong heart flows over. An empty heart fills. And the south wind of summer
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conform a new faith. Avidity and lust controlled by hate. The never ending search for your shattered sanity. Souls of damnation in their own reality. . Chaos rampant. An age of distrust
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the times were so good. Oh in the all familiar places. I'd go back if I could To the people of the south wind. To the people of the southern wind. To the people of the south wind. To the people of
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the times were so good. Oh in the all familiar places. I'd go back if I could To the people of the south wind. To the people of the southern wind. To the people of the south wind. To the people of
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the times were so good. Oh in the all familiar places. I'd go back if I could To the people of the south wind. To the people of the southern wind. To the people of the south wind. To the people of
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conform a new faith. Avidity and lust controlled by hate. The never ending search for your shattered sanity. Souls of damnation in their own reality. . Chaos rampant. An age of distrust
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Chorus. Song, song of the south. Sweet potato pie and I shut my mouth. Gone, gone with the wind. There ain't nobody looking back again Cotton on the roadside, cotton in the ditch. We all picked
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Chorus. Song, song of the south. Sweet potato pie and I shut my mouth. Gone, gone with the wind. There ain't nobody looking back again Cotton on the roadside, cotton in the ditch. We all picked
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Song Thing To Do - The Sons Of Champlin. Listen to me baby. Listen to what I’ve got to say. You keep messin’ with another man. Gonna get it someday. Ain’t the thing to do. Listen to me baby. Listen
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equal rights. Have fallen far too long Way down south in the township. Way down south in the plain. Does the sun still rise on the land of lies. Every day in fear, every day in shame And I was told no
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Song Rooftop - The Sons Of Champlin. I got one thing to say to the Fool on the Hill. You’re gonna feel funny on a rooftop. The man just bought your hill, tomorrow the hammers and the drills. They’re
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brothers . . Sons of the gods today we shall die . Open Valhalla's door . Let the battle begin with swords in the wind . Hail Gods of War . . Solo . . Sons of Odin we for . By the hammer of Thor . Ride
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Song 1982-a - The Sons Of Champlin. Can you feel it coming?. It’s gonna set you back on your heels. It’s gonna sound like humming. And you’ll believe in how good it feels. And we’ll all be making
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Song Get High - The Sons Of Champlin. Can you see the sun at midnight in the morning?. Isn’t it bright?. And there is no one who’s giving you the warning. You’ll be all right. Just go ahead and get
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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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Song Misery Isn'T Free - The Sons Of Champlin. I think I know what I’m doing but I haven’t been doing it right. It seems like every time I turn around I find myself feeling uptight. But every once in
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Song Hello Sunlight - The Sons Of Champlin. Hello sunlight. Come in sunlight. Look into my soul. Before I die I want the sky. To shoot down into me. I’m just lookin’. To be took in. To what I forgot
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Grew up on the country side of town. Now I'm ballin' under city lights. Grew up on the country side of town. Now I'm ballin' under city lights. King of the south, king of the south, king of the
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roads got me shaking like a drunk. Straight back far away a long ways from here. Just south of nowhere. Static on the radio gave out five miles back. And I'm singing some old Marshalls song just for
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Song Cowboy Night Herd Song - Roy Rogers, Sons Of The Pioneers. On night guard, I’m a ridin’. ‘Round a thousand bedded steers. And tonight my thoughts are slidin’. Down the trail of distant years
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Song Everywhere - The Sons Of Champlin. Ain’t got time to be pretty. I’m much too nitty-gritty. To be cool, calm and collected. I live my life my way. Feel good most every day. But I’m not too well
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Song Don'T Fight It, Do It - The Sons Of Champlin. If you feel it blowin’. Don’t bother ‘bout it showin’. In your eyes for the rest of your life. It’s in your soul it’s our bowl. It’s all one and the
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tiBack Down South. arKings Of Leon. alCome Around Sundown. Kings Of Leon - Back Down South. Come on out and dance,. If you get the chance,. We're gonna spit on the rivals. All I wanna know,. Is how
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tiBack Down South. arKings Of Leon. alCome Around Sundown. Kings Of Leon - Back Down South. Come on out and dance,. If you get the chance,. We're gonna spit on the rivals. All I wanna know,. Is how
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tiBack Down South. arKings Of Leon. alCome Around Sundown. Kings Of Leon - Back Down South. Come on out and dance,. If you get the chance,. We're gonna spit on the rivals. All I wanna know,. Is how
