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What are you doing the rest of your life?. North and south and east and west of your life?. I have only one request of your life. That you spend it all with me. All the seasons and the times of
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Yeezy season approaching. * whatever y'all been hearing. * what, * whatever y'all been wearing. A monster about to come alive again. Soon as I pull up and park the Benz. We get this
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we burned the documents 'Cause you're crazy I'm crazy and there ain't a thing to lose. Except our pride at suicide of all we've ever knew. And somewhere is where east and west and the wall is coming
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depends. On the turn of a friendly card There's a sign in the desert that lies to the west. Where you can't tell the night from the sunrise. And not all the king's horses and all the king's men. Have
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your face. Now ain't the time for your tears William Zanzinger, who at twenty-four years. Owns a tobacco farm, six hundred acres. With rich wealthy parents who provide and protect him. And high
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, let me wander over yonder. Till I see the mountains rise I want to ride to the ridge where the West commences. And gaze at the moon till I lose my senses. And I can't look at hobbles and I can't
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don't know how lucky you are boy. Back in us, back in the us, back in the ussr. . Well, the ukraine girls really knock me out, they leave the west behind. And moscow girls make me sing and shout
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The wild wild west. The wild wild west. The wild wild west. The wild wild west The wild wild west. The wild wild west. The wild wild west. The wild wild west The wild wild west. The wild wild
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, open doors like a gentleman. Tell me “Girl, every day, you’re my everything”. ‘Cause that’s the way you like to do it. And that’s the way you like. Just a little West Coast and a bit of sunshine. Hair
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think it's time for me and you to take over the world. . I'm only a paperboy from the North West. But I can scrub up well in my Sunday best. How could I ever do for you?. Because I'm true and I'm
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from your face. Now ain't the time for your tears. William Zanzinger, who at twenty-four years. Owns a tobacco farm of six hundred acres. With rich wealthy parents who provide and protect him. And high
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my cradle,. Tell me Mabel. Where'd you go when you can't go on with this wealthy fable,. Tell me Mabel. Tell me Mabel. . Tell me where all the days have gone, When you rocked my cradle,. Tell me
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lies that wise ones tell They say, "East is east, west is west". Two different colors on the map. We say, "Break the line, chew the fat". Keep moving out into the gap Beggars in the backstreet's
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don't know how lucky you are boy. Back in us, back in the us, back in the ussr. . Well, the ukraine girls really knock me out, they leave the west behind. And moscow girls make me sing and shout
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starts a-rambling like the wild geese in the. My mind starts a-rambling like the wild geese in the. Mind starts a-rambling like the wild geese in the west. The woman I love, though she's evil all the
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starts a-rambling like the wild geese in the. My mind starts a-rambling like the wild geese in the. Mind starts a-rambling like the wild geese in the west. The woman I love, though she's evil all the