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I'm going back down to Florida.

And I'm gonna bowl me a perfect game.

I'm gonna cut off my leg down in Florida?

And I'm gonna dance one-legged off
take your hands
You’ll take my face
And everywhere home will
Be a good place

I found myself there a collagin’
With all of the human race
A dancer
and wind,
Where the sun doesn't' burn my skin
I talk with your first cousin Georgia
Heard what happened from the news reporter
You're surrounded by clouds,
You got one boy
With your right hand
And the other one
You hail a taxi cab

Big city girls you make a mess out of me
Now I'm on my way back
time we'd get settled down
We'd wake up heading for another town

From the Louisiana to the Florida
That's a be my home to a ?
That's a simple
Mother's pride
Baby boy
His fathers eyes
He's a soldier waiting for war
Time will come
He'll hold a gun
His father's son

And as he grows
He hears
And the women knew what men were for

It was in the winter when he came home
And he had to hold those porcelain hands just to keep her warm
So they had
a boy who will ask what is on my mind
He'll say the right things at the right time
And when I'm down he'll hold my hand
Some boys they just don't
say that no more got my mind right nah
I got the brown bag full of money I got the work goin' to florida 
And I swore that I wont ever hustle no more
that no more
I got my mind, right nah

I got the brown bag full of money
I got the work goin' to Florida and I swore that
I will never hustle no more but
on the big ship
And time sails by.
You make up
And I believe milady's lie.
The skinheads call it strawberries and cream
Sometimes I scream.

Boy
a weatherman 
To look around and see the weather 
Jeb said he'd deliver Florida, folks 
And boy did he ever 

And we hold these truths to be self evident:
to God, know I'm goin' to hell
If it's out of my hands, I'll let time prevail, huh
Listen up I got a story to tell

Listen up I got a story to tell
I'm goin to hell
If it's out of my hands, I'll let time prevail, huh
Listen up I got a story to tell

Listen up I got a story to tell

Shit,
hands are calloused July to July

I use a Big Dipper to navigate by
Fight off the wolves who drink from my well
So I have to be mean as hell
the home is hell Hands loom and fall
Waiting for the pen to move

With arms too wide to hold just one Too small to heal the world Go on

Were it but
by 
You make up and I believe a lady's lie 
The skinheads call it strawberries and cream 
Sometimes I scream 

Boy-girl, boy-girl 
When a boy

Boy/Girl

U2

Boy

U2

1980

by 
You make up and I believe a lady's lie 
The skinheads call it strawberries and cream 
Sometimes I scream 

Boy-girl, boy-girl 
When a boy
They were fare weight in gold

I'm gonna have more meat than my deep freeze can hold
With all them yellow acorns
You have 'em eating from your hand
raising heaven in hell tonight
Love
Thunder and dynamite
Take my hand and hold on tight in midnight's dream.
We'll see the joker
The juggler
Your hair's so fair, your eye's so dark
I love you hard as my life
You pass me by as though I were a stone
You cut me like a knife

Boy, I do. I
And a hand that I can hold Hand in hand as we grow old
Cause I want, I want, a girl, a boy, Just to call, just to call, my own
I want a dream lover so I
And a hand that I can hold Hand in hand as we grow old
Cause I want, I want, a girl, a boy, Just to call, just to call, my own
I want a dream lover so I
anything to hold him again
'Cause it still breaks my heart each time when
He walks by my window, oh no

There goes the boy who made me smile
Danced with
Two little boys and an old family dog
By the banks of a stream sat one day
The boys decided old rover must die
A nuisance well out of the way