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play the phone room reckless and get hit with new indictments
Talking about old connects and new prices
Stress'll take a young nigga, give him an old
Mic check, 1, 2, 1, 2, this is dedicated to
An old friend of mine, Michelle
She a holy roller now, turned over a new leaf
Now everything old gonna
I lost every dime
But I'm richer by far with a satisfied mind
Money can't buy back your youth when you're old
Or a friend when you're lonely
Let's tie a brand new bow around the same old thing
Now here it is
Look here
Now bend down and blow
Out your candles
What's that?
Go on, I'm
Summer journeys
To Niagara
And to other places
Aggravate all our cares
We'll save our fares
I've a cozy little flat
In what is known as old
gone by
I always will be proud of every tear I've ever cried
And all of the old jokes we told around the candle light
To all those tender damsels who had
bad intentions....
Me and old Sue and this feller we knew went down to Mexico
To have a little fun and soak up the sun
And drink a little tequila don't
What is so rare as a day in June?
'Till now we have never been told
The old question's answered by one that is new
What is so rare, dear, as you?
I'D LIKE TO MAKE THAT SAME MISTAKE AGAIN
Writer Damon Black
MY OLD FRIENDS SAY YOU WERE MY BIG MISTAKE THE BIGGEST ONE THEY EVER WATCHED ME MAKE
the mic
Can't forget about the O's that I got, and the Rolls in the spot
Y'all know I'm still here right?
How you gonna take a old song, been around so
Graduated and got that twist
Kind of love I can't resist
At seventeen
Now, sloppy shirt, old blue-jeans
Dirty shoes, by all means
Patch of blonde,
What is so rare as a day in June?
'Till now we have never been told
The old question's answered by one that is new
What is so rare, dear, as you?
in old Arkansas
Left her for the freight cars that passed
But last night in a tavern, I swear that I saw
Her face in a shimmering glass . . .
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What is so rare as a day in June?
'Till now we have never been told
The old question's answered by one that is new
What is so rare, dear, as you?
Dancing in the dark 'til the tune ends
We're dancing in the dark and it soon ends
We're waltzin' in the wonder of why we're here
Time hurries by
(She thinks I still care)
Just because I asked a friend about her
And just because I spoke her name somewhere
Just because I called her number by
Midnight, you heavy laden, it's midnight
Come on and trade in your old dreams for new
Your new dreams for old
I know where they're bought
I know
and Portland West and back along the line
I'm goin' now to a place that's best that old home town of mine
Eight more miles and Louisville will come in to my
And a pair of every kind of creature
Walkin' in the land
And the people mocked
And they made fun
But old Noah worked till it was done
'Cause he was
To break this poor boys heart in two
I can't say them old sad songs on the jukebox
Are causin' me to cry these bitter tears
The only time they do is when
Midnight, you heavy laden, it's midnight
Come on and trade in your old dreams for new
Your new dreams for old
I know where they're bought
I know
suddenly it happened,
I lost every dime.
But Im richer by far
With a satisfied mind.
Money can't buy back
Your youth when you're old.
Or a friend when
names
Freight yards full of old black men
And the graveyards of the rusted automobiles
Good morning, America
How are you?
Don't you know me? I'm
Kaw-Liga was a wooden Indian
Standin' over by the door
Fell in love with a Chocktaw maid
Over in the Georgia store
Kaw-Liga, ooh
Standin'
_(cropped).jpg/226px-Claire_Lynch_(30361323857)_(cropped).jpg "Claire Lynch")
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