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flocked on a grid
That's what they made my hero say
But nothin' gets me off so completely

Then when you put it down
Ten feet down in the ground
Call
Got struck by the first volley
Of the war in the corps
Never held my service
Send em a wire, give em my best
This ammunition never rests
No one
Boy/Girl (girl)
Boy/Girl (girl)

When a boy meets a girl
Boy/Girl (girl)

Finding out
I'm finding out the things
That I've been talking
you on down
It's time we make like we was making tracks for higher ground

I'm always taking chances and got me by on luck
One a few and lost a few,
Johnny you broke my heart
Oh Johnny you made me cry


Her only hope her only boy
Lying on the ground
In a pool of blood
She said Johnny remember
How I
the ground in the middle of the evening
Up from the ground in the middle of the night
Oh, I testify

I was laid upon the grave by a preacher's hand I
(lonely boy)
Don't you know this lonely girl loves you?

You think that only her two lips
Can kiss your lips and make your heart stand still
But once
Boy-girl, boy-girl 
When a boy meets a girl 
Boy-girl 

Finding out 
I'm finding out the things 
That I've been talking about 
I'm finding all

Boy/Girl

U2

Boy

U2

1980

Boy-girl, boy-girl 
When a boy meets a girl 
Boy-girl 

Finding out 
I'm finding out the things 
That I've been talking about 
I'm finding all
Gonna mulch it deep and low
Gonna make it fertile ground

Slug by slug, weed by weed
Boy this garden's got me t'd
All the insects come to feed
On my
and the boys, we stopped talking, she came walking through
And one by one the subject got around, yeah, got around to you, thank god
I've got no secrets, I've got
on your feet, sweetly sang a tree of bird

When the little boy heard that lovely song
He looked all around and to his surprise
There was a wondrous tree
hear when the heart stops) I saved the pieces
(When it broke) and ground them all to dust

I am destroyed by the inside, I disassociate
I hope
Gonna mulch it deep and low
Gonna make it fertile ground

Slug by slug, weed by weed
Boy this garden's got me t'd
All the insects come to feed
On my
real pimp players don't never roll fake
I'm bout to hit Dove Way, get past Troy's
I'm dipping by myself, I'm bout to call up my boys
I pass by
left me all alone

I have rambled an I have rambled
Until I have broke my po' self down
I believe to my soul
That the little girl is out of town

Little
to win by losing all, you can face the heat - dare to 
Beat the System 

On the assembly line trying to break the mold 
Time to throw the wrench that
to gun him down
That's when his heart broke up inside 'cause lying on the ground
Was his girl, that pretty Mexican girl, she died

She had Mexican
have mercy on me 
Was the kneeling drunkard's plea 
And as he knelt there on the ground 
I know that God in heaven looked down

Bring my darling boy
left me all alone

I have rambled an I have rambled
Until I have broke my po' self down
I believe to my soul
That the little girl is out of town

Little
All heaven broke loose
It hit me like a shot right out of the blue
All heaven broke loose
I was shaken by the power of love
Taken by the power
ramblin' round boys
As I go ramblin' round

Sometimes the fruit gets rotten
Falls down on the ground
Well there's a hungry mouth for every peach
As I go
Well I got my mail late last night
A letter from a girl who found the time to write
To her lonesome boy somewheres in the night
She sent me
strife
Go, go for the shot boy, make that play just right
Braggin' about your swag won't get you through the night

[Chorus]

S-T-A-M-P You got game
That wife of mine, a suspicious kind
She says that I'm quite a flirter
But I've been a good boy all of the time
And I wouldn't do nothing to hurt her