Lyrics:
on the railway
I was wearing corduroy breeches
Digging ditches, pulling switches
Dodging pitches, as I was
Working on the railway
In eighteen hundred
A sweet tooth
Near misses
Knees cut up
On cinder pitches
A plumb tongue
What is to be done?
Elbows grazed
On cinder pitches
Feeling the ground
some miles on these cowboy boots
I've been up in smoke and down in ditches
Swung and missed some easy pitches
Been plumb whiskey blind a time or two
J'aime l'autotune même si je sais chanter
Ouais pas pitché quand dans ma chambre compose
Ouais pas pitché quand au coeur je m'exprimais (Gloria)
Bitch so pitches
Some fun a close
I'm a bitch on picture
Save before a plat mode
Bitch so pitches
Some fun baby
And a give vibe baby
Am i cute tune
I was born in a flatland
USA and all my dreams led me to LA
Another chase of rags to riches
I learned to throw some fancy pitches
I found out what
And now the American Football circus
More showbiz sport come to plague us
Plastic pitches, plastic tradition
Another part of the US invasion
cheap display"
And we were rolling, rolling, rock n' rolling
Downtown
In the pinball arcade
With his head full of pool hall pitches
And songs from
cheap display"
And we were rolling, rolling, rock n' rolling
Downtown
In the pinball arcade
With his head full of pool hall pitches
And songs from
the tug on a turning wave
It pitches, and so begins the flood
But if everybody pitches in
We can build a bridge of love
Let's build a bridge of love
Across the sea of hate
From nation to nation
Standing
It's inside you
We're inside one another
And generic lyrics here
Every time I sing this song in high pitches you won't stop listening
Every time I sing
boots
And it’s the one I never should
And it’s the colour of alone
Oh let the cinder pitches grow
Juan D'Bubba the hillbilly lover
Blue Ribbon country hound
He's a playboy true and he pitches his woo
To a different girl every night
He's a practical
on the railway
I was wearing corduroy breeches
Digging ditches, pulling switches
Dodging pitches, as I was
Working on the railway
In eighteen hundred
He don't mess around boys
He just throws a mean fast ball
Tom Morgan is the angel, gets Nolan in second gear
Then he pitches four no-hitters in about
and pitches
Exchanged them on your back
For pins and glitches
You found God
In a bookshop north from here
Have you heard the things you've done
Killed
bittersweet
Having to watch him out there finding his feet
Seeing him cut his own teeth
Keep it simple keep it straight
All the pitches right up and over
pink flamingos, pink flamingos
Sweet Irma Jean is a den mother now
With a station wagon and a charge account
Bubba Junior pitches for his baseball
So I can put in
Just a series of, uh, pitches
And I'm gonna ask it to play
And see what it does here
Thank you for listening
Thank you for being here
Suddenly I hear
High pitches into the lightning
If the speaker's alone
Breaking the glassy grounds
He draws a circle growing smaller
When will this
You say that you love me
but you don't show it
I love you so much
But you don't know it
Pretty pitches on the wall
But you turn and throw it
You ran
kissin'
This is a kid from Africa, you, you are a kitchen
I come quicker than pitches from Sammy Sosa, you're hoping I'm joking, but first
I'ma eat
And the chumps wear the crown
The closer came out and with just 3 pitches
The big man put him down
He was the sylph of filth
Caliph of the cataract eye
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