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days gone by. Let it go, let it die It's a new day for the faceless. Take the torches from the useless. First amendment second guesses. All dependent, I'll do anything to help you Fallen crosses, new
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. Well, hello world. Every day I drive by a little white church. It's got these little white crosses like angels in the yard. Maybe I should stop on in and say a prayer. Maybe talk to God like he is there
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some crosses and some painted. Goal posts through it (dirt). You know you came from it (dirt). And some day you'll return to. Chorus. This elm shade red rust clay. You grew up on. That plowed up ground
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take up a glass. He swallow it neat He crosses the floor. He open the door. He take a sniff of the street Then she tell him that he's crazy. She's a-saying, Hey baby. I'm your wife Yeah, she tell
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Sometimes late at night . I lie awake and watch her sleeping . She's lost in peaceful dreams . So I turn out the lights and lay there in the dark . And the thought crosses my mind . If I never wake
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a-ticking, it crosses every zone. The first time your old heart broke, was the time you turned it on. It don't never need a-winding 'cause if it works like mine. Well, there ain't no doubt about it
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River full of stones when there's no rain. River full and rushing when the clouds let loose again. River every season like a prayer. We're standing in the shallows making crosses in the air Want
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the meaning. Why do I feel this? Do you believe what they say. Or trust what you hear?. If it ever crosses what you know about me. Take a piece from in me. Guard it with pure greed. It's gotta be
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heal. I see a light, little hole in the little girl. Well, hello world. Every day I drive by a little white church. It's got these little white crosses like angels in the yard. Maybe I should stop on in
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A lonely bard wandering across the lands am I. Singing dancing finding answers to every why. The taverns are full and one crosses my path, too. I just might reward myself with a beer or two
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Song Montgomery To Memphis - Lee Ann Womack. I've got a two room flat with a view of the bridge. That crosses over into Arkansas. It's pretty to see all lit up at night. Tips are good, waitin' tables
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Well the street lights shine. Down on Blessing Avenue. Lovers they walk by. Holdin' hands two by two A breeze crosses the porch. Bicycle spokes spin 'round. Jacket's on, I'm out the door
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Where the river cross, crosses the lake. Where the words jump off my pen and into your pages. Do you think just like that you can divide this?. You as yours, me as mine, to before we were us If
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Where the river cross, crosses the lake. Where the words jump off my pen and into your pages. Do you think just like that you can divide this?. You as yours, me as mine, to before we were us If
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, liveth only in thine eye Bad religion, bad religion. I need no gods or devils, I need no pagan rights. Bad religion, bad religion. I need no burning crosses to illuminate my nights Hey, hey, you hear me
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Back when I believed in luck. And stones & crosses. I'd put a coin found on the street. Towards cosmic losses. And passing graveyards in a car. Tracing every falling star. Luck was never very
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. And this circle. Touches everyone. As it crosses every boundry. Underneath the sun. And this circle. Just goes on and on. It began before us. It will be here when we're gone. Yes this circle
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crying fiddle, has the sweetest sound on earth?. If you shudder at the music of a hoedown in the pines. You're on lonesome standard time There's a bigger clock a-ticking, it crosses every zone. The
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I got a two room flat with a view of the bridge. That crosses over into Arkansas. It's pretty to see all lit up at night Tips are good, waitin' tables. At a downtown restaurant. You sound a
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dignity he can't work his fields and cows There'll be blood on the scarecrow, blood on the plow. Blood on the scarecrow, blood on the plow Well theres ninety-seven crosses planted in the courthouse yard
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you're under. And when she breaks, is it any wonder I know sometimes it crosses your mind. To get on out and stay hard to find. Before you try, you'd better look in her eyes. Love is forever, stay
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Some have crosses. Bells that ring. Most have angels. painted with wings Old ones and blonde ones. can find their way in. got statues, apostles,. and other godly things In deserts they build em
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spent making love. When I think about leaving, oh I think about us When I think about leaving, oh I think again. Even though that thought crosses my mind every now and then. In my heart I know I would
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since back in middle school. And now I'm thinking pitiful. Two crosses on the spiritual. I am counting dead presidents off in the living room. Feeling you masseuse, yeah they call me Deuce. That's
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die. And he'd ride away on a horse he called Music. With a pain in his heart and a tear in his eye High on a mountain in western Montana. Two crosses cut through a cinnamon sky. Marking the place
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spangles. And I can feel tangles of tingles and sprinklings of angles. And inklings of angels around. A rabbit crosses my path unexpectedly. I hear a sigh of despair as he passes me. I have a feeling
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since back in middle school. And now I'm thinking pitiful. Two crosses on the spiritual. I am counting dead presidents off in the living room. Feeling you masseuse, yeah they call me Deuce. That's
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. (And I don't know where it all will end). Ooo. (We're better off for all that we let in) See those crosses on the side of the road. Tied with ribbons in the medium. They make me grateful, I can go
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firing now. But here in this graveyard that's still no man's land. The countless white crosses in mute witness stand. To man's blind indifference to his fellow man. And a whole generation who were
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" data-id="32023">Jacob wrestled the angel. And the angel was overcome. You plant a demon seed. You raise a flower of fire. See them burning crosses. See the flames higher and higher
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, colors run when the rain falls. But blues never fade away And there's marble markers and little white crosses. Along the beaten path. And I've spread their ashes on the wind. And I miss John Lennon's
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ticket at the station. On the Rock Island Line. . Then she goes on North and. When she crosses the. Flat land of Illinois. She picks up a little bit more speed. . Oh, a, b, c, w, x, y, z. Cat's in
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kindergartners. Is this what you call free?. From the hate that drips from all your crosses. Are your hands so clean? And the wildfire and it's spreading far. From sea to shining sea When we're all just ghosts
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" data-id="32023">Jacob wrestled the angel. And the angel was overcome. You plant a demon seed. You raise a flower of fire. See them burning crosses. See the flames higher and higher
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hands. We dream of futures they would prevent. Gripping their midnight hands The line's crosses over. The dawn grows closer. In spite of too much. It's just with a blind trust. In order of our blind
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ninety-seven crosses planted in the courthouse yard. Ninety-seven families who lost ninety-seven farms. I think about my grandpa and my neighbors and my name. And some nights I feel like dyin' Like that
