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and silent I stand Like some dime store Dalai Lama I been searching high and low... Angel, devil, it's all the same Each one knows me by name
hold A year passes by and Francis the Bruce, visits with his acoustic guitar The year after that, a colour set; times worthy of B, G and R Mull
The songs that were left behind Time flies by so very fast I've got Memphis on my mind Made my way to Memphis, Tn Strumming hard on these old guitar strings
guitars I dream I give my love once more To the matador To the matador And as he leaves the ring they cheer Sombreros fly into the air And I throw
places where they don't get to vote To control unwanted forms of mass behavior) Environmental laws were not passed To protect our Air and water they were
songs survive On records 95 beats per second Get it mike on the guitar c'mon wreck it You go ooh ahh there go them superstars, of soul 20 times better
songs survive On records 95 beats per second Get it mike on the guitar c'mon wreck it You go ooh ah there go them superstars, of soul Twenty times
to the hood Where the stealers and the raiders keep it goin' at (goin') And the bubblegum kush is what we blowin' back (blowin' back) We slide by Nip's spot
brunt, job done Can't stop the shine, stop trying You in the air, up there, better stop flying Can't stop lying than better you stop liming Before my
roll [ guitar ] But it's a mighty rough road from Lynchburg to Danville With a line on a three mile grade It was on that grade that he lost his
Lie down, fair one and come away 'Til the rain is over and gone G-g-gimme the beat now (face the music) Leadline (Face the music) If the air
Remember back about five years ago Drivin' down the highway Saw a kid there by the road Long blond dirty hair His thumb out in the air That was
should do This isn't school, does it bother me? A bit I still wanna be rated by some prick You're not DIY, you're a fucking twat You look like Fred
The golden sand beneath my feet There's music in the air A guitar in my hand I'm sure you understand all this is magic No matter where the wind blows
got guitars and trumpets and sweet senoritas who won't want to let you go You'd never believe such a happy town had a street called Sonora's death row
don't you blow for me [Chorus x4] Tales of the F-you-N-K-why, tales of the funky She said, I know the drummer can you let me in? Tell the guitar player
as it lays On this cheap guitar The action sits too high But we don't play anything hard Just cowboy songs We know by heart Sleep on your rug 'Til
that double barrel twelve gauge To me, nothin' sweeter than a Georgia peach Playin' air guitar to a song I sang, a song I sang Talkin' 'bout That
hot If you're not original rockers you will get shot Down by the kids neglectin' your art, the stuff you did Eventually it get so bad puts you to bed
hot If you're not original rockers you will get shot Down by the kids neglectin' your art, the stuff you did Eventually it get so bad puts you to bed
scream but the mouth was too far And I broke my guitar Trying to paddle us free I found me a pocket of air But with a knife in her hair She was
They've got guitars and trumpets and sweet senoritas Who won't want to let you go You'd never believe such a gay happy town Had a street named Sonora's
The Beat Music by P. Sikora, Lyrics by T.Nystrand All vocals: Riku Turunen Drums: Mirka Rantanen Guitars: Antti Wirman Keyboards: Piotr Sikora
Words are melting in the air For no-one to hear Broken glass, abandoned rooms And flowers are sear All the days Are the same All the nights Long
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