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bootstrap bill
Don't aim if it's not kill
I move underwater a navy seal
Maroon my pants and belt, whatever I'm stocking Is not for sale
Coutured by me myself,

The Murder Mystery

The Velvet Underground

The Velvet Underground

1969

Left Voice (Morrison, Tucker) 
Candy screen wrappers of silkscreen fantastic, requiring memories, both lovely and guiltfree, lurid and lovely with

The Murder Mystery

The Velvet Underground

Peel Slowly and See

1995

Candy screen wrappers of silkscreen fantastic, requiring memories, both
Lovely and
Guiltfree, lurid and lovely with twilight of ages, luscious

bound by wonderlust still don't know where we come from where we come from my my oh my...oh oh... my oh my....

HAYWIRE a street riot outside, they wont

He made me guilt-free
I am forgiven. That I believe

Who are you, oh great mountain of guilt and shame
You'll be brought down to nothing, in Jesus'

By my bootstraps yea
Waiting on my millions
As the years pass
And it all goes to fast
So we dont have 
To feel the lows
Pulling myself up 
By my

We'll be the heroes of the sidewalks in our town.

You're my idea of a lady,
Hold onto my bootstraps, baby,
And drag me around by your ponytail.

You wear

Boots on lacing my straps

You gotta Take It All
Pick yourself up by the bootstraps
Take It All
We independent thought you knew that
Take It All
No

Yeah it ain't much
But it's a good life
Sittin' round watchin' the TV
On Saturday
On Sunday
But now I'm hung out to dry by my bootstraps
My pockets

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Well heaven knows, where you've been
And where you are now
And how I've gotten by
Without you by my side, somehow

I ain't saying I'm a guilt-free

to anyone
Pull them up
By their bootstraps
Tell 'em time is up and to stop
Requesting the sad songs
We've been humming all along

'Bout how foolish we were

my monotony
In a 40 proof bottle
Of liquor till I feel something

Pick yourself up by your bootstraps honey
It's up to you to make shit happen

keep seeking
Who made you
Who found you in the trash
Who pulled you up
By your bootstraps
You got into my blood
You got into my veins
I can taste you
But

consolation
When you can just man up

Pull myself up by the bootstraps
Bang my chest until I collapse
Strong people don't cry for help
I'm running out of time

Tough People Do

Trace Adkins

Tough People Do

2012

themselves up by the bootstraps
When they hit hard luck
And they stay strong and they keep on fightin'
Like they don't know how to lose
Tough times don't

11:35

Mr. Lif

Bazooka Tooth

2003

Some cats grow by the laws of the wild
Some learn slower and lag in the mud
Some stand up in defense of a style
Some let the big dogs eat them up

I been around that block so many times
There ain't nothing I ain't seen
Tough breaks, hard knocks, still I pull myself back up
I string bootstrap

You've got to pick yourself up by the bootstraps
Just ignore them when they laugh
Make it a point to now walk taller
Keep your chin up on the behalf

Here is a song to a world that never sang to me
A rhyme in a rhythm that's never been quite set free
Born in the City; a dreamer alive
Raised by my

feels like its taking forever
When you live life by a dying star

Im held up by my bootstraps
Livin in the moment but its an old trap
Gimme gimme gimme

Here is a song to a world that never sang to me.
A rhyme in a rhythm that’s never been quite set free.
Born in the City; a dreamer alive.
Raised by

and sorrow till my deeds were done

By tonight you'll have lost your mind and more
And felt more pain than you ever knew
Your thoughts will be clear for

a beef bone
I can smell it every day
But he always guards his beef bone
I pray, let me take it away

Gimme that bone, it smells divine
Make it mine, by