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reasons why
But, one hundred and two
Keeps me by your side
Blackbird claw, raven wing
Under the red sunlight
Long clothesline, two shirtsleeves
Waving as we go by

Hundred years, hundred more
Someday we
Don't sleep all week only when they fall down 

A hundred Rumble boys and Tumble girls 
Protected by steel in a private world 
Tomorrow's famous faces
loving by the pound
And by the hundreds, honey
Loving by the pound
And by the hundred

Got some
I wanna tell you baby
Got a mastermind, girl
Yes I
loving by the pound
And by the hundreds, honey
Loving by the pound
And by the hundred

Got some
I wanna tell you baby
Got a mastermind, girl
Yes I
more than three hundred nazis fell by your gun

Fell by your gun, yes,
Fell by your gun
For more than three hundred nazis fell by your gun

Miss
some loving by the pound
And by the hundreds, honey
Loving by the pound
And by the hundred

Got some
I want to tell you baby
Got a mastermind,
Surrounded by
A hundred friends
But still you feel
Alone
I love L.A
That's hard to say
fast
It's so close to midnight
Midnight

The melting ice will fuel the sea
By burning gold from ancient tree
A hundred years can't wait
A hundred
not one friend came
He was lowered by four strangers that didn't know his name
A loser on this earth a death so many must pay
Just a hundred dollar
Sit by the fire tell me true
Don't blind my eyes turn them blue
And then I'll dry my face on you

One hundred degrees 
One hundred degrees 
One
of hundreds of beats per second
Of people whose wings are just a blur
Afraid our eyes might become impaled
By their sharp and tiny beaks

I'm so sorry
My
A Hundred Thousand Beams Of Light
A Hundred Thousand Schemes
Gods In The Heavens Can't Get It Right

When The Dark Subsides
An Eternity Goes By
don't care
Why you giving such an evil eye
Could it be you were ignored by every passerby

And it won't mean a thing in a hundred years
No, it won't
Let's pick it up 
 Let's pick it up 
 Let's pick it up 
 Let's pick it up 
 Well the year of the redneck mama 
 It was announced by the sign
night
'Cause it's nine hundred miles where I'm goin'.
And I hate to hear that lonesome whistle blow
'Cause I'm nine hundred miles from my home.

Well
to the man he put a bag in my hand
Said son don't you understand
This isn't the way out this is the way in
Your doubling your troubling

Three hundred
One hundred dollar bills

Benjamin Franklins filled, folded just for the thrill
Go numb until I can't feel, or might pop this pill
Stock markets just
Frightened survivor in my world too shy to see
Softly I spoke, softly I'm dying
Crushed by your power, by my willingness to bleed 

I know a hundred ways
fastened down
To be burned
To be burned Jimmy
To be gone forever
So you`re
Down town raking bins
Through carry outs and skins
To find the hundred
Wagon train, mile-long train
Four hundred mules, six hundred men
They didn't know the devil was in
This mile-long train, wagon train

A man in
in two by you, baby, I'm moving through.

There's nothing like a hundred miles between me and trouble in my mind.
There's nothing like a hundred
New realities are conditions
Much to little for us to suffer 
Because we don't know any better 
There are a hundred ways to fall in step 

New
called
C						    G
Em
heâs got to know sheâll take him back sheâs sitting by the phone
C	    D      Em
smoking 100âs alone
	     C   	   D     Em
for cubs
We wait tense
We're disappointed
She leaves her sprint loaded by others of us
The holts are evenly spaced, about five hundred meters apart