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The bathroom door slammed shut and my mouth got dry
I wondered why would this happen to me why oh why
And I heard
Wait
Hey, you, yeah
Wake up
It's

the night, yeah, nie zapomnieć przyszłych dni
Faces changing on the screen,
Drowning world of crystal beads,
Leave the door open for me, ajar
I could never

at the door
I was at the door

Down my neck
Beads of sweat
Nothing untouched
Not my face, not my body

You worked the graveyards and you slept through

green-eyed girl will steal your soul away
Her witchy ways, voodoo spells
Has pulled many a good boy in
And they never been heard from again

Beads

callin'
Call 911 I'm running
It's the beat and now we done
And now we hide in France
Don't you knock on the door
All these beads in my hands
Throw them all

strung me along like the beads on your bracelet (Oh)
Too late for it now, No detouring
How I stumbled in your way and
Prayed for it, Savored it, Paid for

New Orleans

Stevie Nicks

In Your Dreams

2011

their lives will get better

I wanna get a room in New Orleans
I wanna sing in the streets of the French Quarter
I wanna dress up, I wanna wear beads

their lives will get better

I wanna get a room in New Orleans
I wanna sing in the streets of the French Quarter
I wanna dress up, I wanna wear beads

down doors
Streets so cold
Streets so cold
Riding with the heater cause the streets so cold
Bead don’t fold
We got double on the phone
Riding four doors

ti poju
I was gon boogie down with the Bitch but gbere ti poju
Bad bitch bad bitch
Waist bead from the jazzman
Dot dot I'm the Pacman 
Give me head

float
You only wanted love
But you hate the way I gloat

Clutching the pearls
That encircle your throat
Squaring off like fighters
Beads of sweat arose

There's a voice in my head
That comes and goes and lies on my bead
Crunching words, catching my soul
Smashing my actions
In crawls in my frustrations

than a microwave
I got two bucks for Duane - two for Willie
If they would just stop ringin' my bell
Can't tell the rock star from the preacher
Door

Windsor I been balling like the lancers
She like Bead you too important to be fucking all these dancers
Hardest youngin in my city yeah they know
Probably

'til it opens the door
Ending fights with empty foes he's lost the bead on the edge of tomorrow
Unless he finds a better line he'll end his front seat

need to hear, make it clear when you put it in my ear

God,G,G,God talk with me, got me praying to these beads if I get hit up the burgh is what I bleed

The Open Road

John Hiatt

The Open Road

2010

Shrunken head and Mardi Gras beads
Hanging on a rearview mirror that bleeds
Keepinâ?? her eyes on the open road
No tellinâ?? where that son-a

We kicking in doors, we kicking in doors
We kicking in doors, we kicking in doors
We kicking in doors, we kicking in doors
We kicking in doors, we

Look down, down, down
See your porcelain face reflect on your silver spoon
A summit of the plate
Inflated stomach full
Scared of a singular bead

I Don't Mind

Defeater

Empty Days & Sleepless Nights

2011

with her rosary, rolling the beads in her tiny hands. Every time he left the house for his mother, or for another bottle, he would stand on that dock

buying the place with beads
Just then a cop come down the street crazy as a loon
They throws us all in jail for carryin' harpoons

Aw, me, I busted out

Bob Dylan's 115th Dream

Bob Dylan

Bringing It All Back Home

1965

buying the place with beads
Just then a cop come down the street crazy as a loon
They throws us all in jail for carryin' harpoons

Aw, me, I busted out

and lift both doors up
Hit the stage, stunner shades toned-up
Purple Beads in my chin got my name foze-up
Let ame nigga buck I'll pull-up to the club

to crash
I asked I could drive, he said he’ll nah my shit to fast ooo
I call him mean
But I still be in the sheets with nothing in but belly beads
And that