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it's me, and I'm drunk again.
Open the door, Richard!

I know he's in there cause I got on the clothes.
They can't throw him out cause I owe just
it's me, and I'm drunk again.
Open the door, Richard!

I know he's in there cause I got on the clothes.
They can't throw him out cause I owe just
Pebbles got Richard Marx’s ballad “At the Beginning”
It feels like sloppy poetry the way her life would end
After sending Mariah Carrey’s “Any Time You
States, 
By fleeing the White House like a diseased cure, 
Richard Nixon broke the heart of the American Dream"
The last time I saw Richard was Detroit in '68,
And he told me all romantics meet the same fate someday
Cynical and drunk and boring someone in some
The last time I saw Richard was Detroit in '68,
And he told me all romantics meet the same fate someday
Cynical and drunk and boring someone in some
The magnificent seven

Ring, ring, it's 7:00 A.M.
Move yourself to go again
Cold water in the face
Brings you back to this awful place

Knuckle
Ring! Ring! It's 7:00 A.M.!
Move y'self to go again
Cold water in the face
Brings you back to this awful place
Knuckle merchants and you bankers,
Ring! Ring! It's 7:00 A.M.!
Move why'self to go again
Cold water in the face
Brings you back to this awful place
Knuckle merchants and you
Ring! Ring! It's 7:00 A.M.!
Move y'self to go again
Cold water in the face
Brings you back to this awful place
Knuckle merchants and you bankers,
I like the way that you come
Running up to me
It sort of reminds me of
Black and white movies

And I will put a white dress on and
By the window wait
Ring
Ring
It's seven A.M.
Move why'self to go again
Cold water in the face
Brings you back to this awful place
Knuckle merchants and you
said so won't talk
I'm a blimp that's straining, cut 'er ties
I'm a moth in training, flutter by
Huh

When I'm gone
When I'm gone

I said I will
influence is foolish, that was my views
I’m back at it, the rap addict, by any means
We gon get these stacks accurate, no skinny jeans
Say he ain’t a star,
fun

Well it's early in the evening and everything is still
Well it's early in the evening and everything is still
One more time, I'm walking up around
Last time I saw Richard was Detroit in 68
And he told me all romantics meet the same fate
Someday, cynical and bitter and boring someone
In some
through my lung
I've lost my breath I'm winded
I've been hit, by a slug that wasn't intended
I hear thunder
I wonder
If a nigga like me's goin' under
Take
did that .22 

Come from 
When the bullet past through my lung 
I've lost my breath I'm winded 
I've been hit, by a slug that wasn't intended 

I
By Richard Thompson

Greedy people take what's mine
I can leave them all behind
And they can never cross that line
When I get to the border
home in the skies . . . 

Words and Music by Sarah Graham, 
Richard Ahlert and Eddie Snyder
Words and music by randy owen, jeff cook, and richard scott
I got something cookin' and I'm boilin' way down deep.
While I'm hot and bothered why
ghetto is the aim, let go of my brain
Then we changed your boogie cause your boogie had to change

Caught a fat chat with a cat where I'm from
Flipping
performing 
The dreamer must stay awake 
Shapeless riddles told by pompous rogues 
Pantomime preachers present 

Empty eyes staring, sunken eyes glaring
Artist: Filter
Song: "In Dreams" 
Album: "Anthems for the Damned"
Written by: Richard Patrick

Come take me 
To the place of your bereavement
Let me
Written by Dennis DeYoung
Lead Vocals by Tommy Shaw, Dennis DeYoung

I am the modren man
With this guitar in hand
I'll do my best and try