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none to give Me and the brothers under the bridge I come home in '72 You were just a beautiul light In your mama's dark eyes of blue I stood down
none to give Me and the brothers under the bridge Well I shipped home back in '72 And you know you were just a beautiul light in your mom's dark
checkered past behind you now No more living on the run Face the big bright beautiul future Together as father and son
none to give Me and the brothers under the bridge Well I shipped home back in '72 And you know you were just a beautiul light in your mom's dark
further tonight... the mirror says: "hey... shala lala... shala lala... everybody is beautiul"
checkered past behind you now No more living on the run Face the big bright beautiul future Together as father and son
go too far Faith is a beautiul risk Where love lives ideas and opinions take a liquid form Become new rivers that run from old storms I've
In the most beautiul place The most terrible thing was born It will make us helpless slaves It will make us follow to the thorn But I can't believe
checkered past behind you now No more living on the run Face the big bright beautiul future Together as father and son
James: How beautiul love could truly be? Jessie: No more talk of why can't that be me James: I'm so glad I finally see Both: What is this feeling taking
than an old Rick Ross Just ordered a dozen wings and hot be the sauce, blue cheese what I dip As my baby roll a spliff, what a life, ain’t it beautiul
Beautiul Girl that ain't nothing to get used too You need someone that treats you Beautiful Get someone that's scared of losing you Cause you ain't nothing
Savior, Beautiul Savior, my lips shall sing of who You are Altos: You're the lover, You're the lover, lover of my soul, giver of life my lips shall sing
distractions, both of us know what to do How you so beautiful How you so How you so How you so beautiul How you so How you so How you so beautiful sittin' in my
called me Body Beautiul Beale, it's true. That was my whaddyacallit, my uh ... sobriquet. "...are living on Long Island in a garbage-ridden, filthy
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