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Smaller Chairs for the Early 1900s (Moneen) · Smaller Chairs for the Early 1900s (Moneen) · Is This Room Getting Smaller? (Onesidezero) · Smaller Chairs for the Early 1900s (Moneen) · Stars After Stars After Stars (Spike Priggen) · Caravan: With the Duke Ellington All-Stars and the Billy Strayhorn All-Stars (Johnny Hodges) · Original Hits by the Original Artists Pertaining to Stars After Stars Afte (Spike Priggen) · The Stars of Our Stars (Cowboy Junkies) · Descendants of the Stars (Traveling the Stars Theme) (Action Bronson) · Six Feet Above Yesterday (Infusion) – and 90 other albums »
a hi-hi-hi-hide Dem a run come, come You should see dem a come Dem a, dem a run, dem a come One by one Two by two Make it up to three Four by four Five by
Wires hum the rails ring Smokestack burning fiery sparks Rise up to the stars Towns asleep by empty roads Churches rise from crooked roofs Cloaked
When I look up at the stars As I walk in the night Down the street by my house It feels good When I look up at the stars As I walk in the night Down
now When I stretch to the clouds My feet are bigger than three lagoons And I can roll like a magnificent beach ball, Striving high! Uh! Uh! Uh!
mistreated by those I'm tied to It won't be long and I'll be on my feet But until then I sleep and I eat In a (Chorus) We grow up, change and move
days to get it on, three days to get it off and three more days to die, And I'm six feet down and I'm asking the good Lord up in heaven Why You
Music and lyric: Loreena McKennitt This glancing life is like a morning star A setting sun, or rolling waves at sea A gentle breeze or lightning in
Funky Feet(Funky feet) Funky feet pull up wit' that stupid beat Orange Camaro Trick or Treat Stupid geek (Who da kid) It's super street It's
turn up the music and there in the room And she yells "Dance me! Dance me around till my feet don't ever touch down There's nothin' better than
She had 13 kids, each one had 13 problems Three uppers, ten downers, just to put up with this And she don't know which children belong to which
long and 40 feet wide Hey driver pull this car, buddy, right inside the bar Take it on back to the big ol' blonde That thinks she's a movie star
I pick up by the handful The somber heap at my feet Eyes closed to see the hopeful Trusting my deepest instinct I pick up by the handful
open up accounts for 'em, we bounce tour in Major cities, arenas, headline with big time singers Cop Ferraris with navigational screens Guide us
missed a shooting star going by While lookin' at my feet, at a crack in the sidewalk An old tin can by the side of the road I nearly missed a rainbow I
long and 40 feet wide Hey driver pull this car, buddy, right inside the bar Take it on back to the big ol' blonde That thinks she's amovie star I'm
There were three wise men from afar Directed by a glorious star, And on they wandered night and day Until they came where Jesus lay, And when they
tears in their eyes Neither one could speak Hand in hand, room by room, oh it was everything Three bedrooms, two baths, one car garage Front porch
near To be further from the past and how we want to be Way up high The little folks zooming by Ask them why Or if they know the way we're goin'
is real (all of this is not by chance), That's how I know that God is real Earth, air, water, and fire [Repeat: x3] That's how i know that God is
to end all strife There were three wise men from afar Directed by a glorious star And on they wandered night and day Until they came where Jesus lay
One, two, three Pack a smile, cause this road won't be easy Doubt will come, believe me Sometimes you'll wonder if it's alright Hold on tight,
Lately I don't know But somethings coming over me Thoughts of stirring up 'Bout stirring up a drink or three I'm down to go, where the wind blows
every door repelled alas! As long foretold, their refuge all Was but an humble ox's stall. There were three wise men from afar Directed by
When I stretch to the clouds My feet are bigger than three lagoons And I can roll like a magnificent beach ball Striving high! Uh! Uh! Uh! I
morning WeÂ´re singing The grass is wet from dew And me and you from wine too Keeping our feet up Keeping our feet up WeÂ´re sleeping by the Fyris