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sand and Ray-bans
White sand and Ray-bans

Drinkin', margaritas by the pool
Dancin' on the beach to a Springsteen tune
Air guitar strummin', girl you got

Imagine looking up to not a cloud in the sky
Walking down the street with no cars passing by
Nobody in shopping malls
No one to say hi to
No Birds

I follow the Moskva
Down to Gorky Park
Listening to the wind of change
An August summer night
Soldiers passing by
Listening to the wind of change

played guitar
He was the best by far
My Mammy she played fiddle on her knee
Emmy Lou played mandolin
And old Blue he made a din
And I played banjo like

side by side
Desert sky and the air so clear / we are far from the city out here 
The river's got rhythm and it sings aloud / here it calling out its

to start
So many keys like pianos but just for my cars
Play with the strings in my heart like guitars
Been up with the vibes in the air like the stars
Cant

Hopping out on feet Passion Pit I Take a walk  

Machine gun stay by my side like I’m Megan Fox 

Them boys playin’ air guitar bitch I really rock 

Spody

Fade away into the sky like Malaysian air liners
I got more bars than a Xanax junkie
Y'all can't see me like a camo Humvee
I make more lines than Black

driving 95
His custom legs make him fit to drive
He likes to air guitar on the steering wheel
His favorite tune gives him a thrill
Poncherello shades

learned to skate
I wanna go home 
playing air guitar by the lake and there were no mistakes
No mistakes

Doesn't Get Much Better

Kyle Riabko

Before I Speak

2005

flowing through the air 

Hey Jody 
Jody John G on the bass guitar 
Ryan told me 
Tonight's the night Jules' gonna break some hearts 
Natashia Bree is

Drag King Bar

Bitch & Animal

What's That Smell?

the air guitar
And mouthed those words real sexy
It was then that I surely knew
That this one would be a two
If I played my cards just right

well I was

the life

Though we rolling on
I need a break so slow down someone
Thought we riding high
The air is thin so I’m coming down
But only for a while
I need

are stalkin’
My thoughts, things
Pluck your veins like guitar strings
Harborin’ a criminal’s thought like a
Priest in a pew
Listening to children