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a dirty overcoat At the foot of the pillar of the road Propped inside was an old man Whom time could not erode The night was snapped by sirens Those
piles of spaghetti, bad vibes like confetti in Italy We go by train and not by plane We'd come home by car if it wasn't too far To drive home by car
Wish that I could wind Like a spiral stair through time To your body next to mine Warm and satisfied Wish that I could catch A night train
Flute. At the chapel on Sunday to atone for past deeds, He'd say Pater and Aves and counted his brown beads. 'Til after some time, at the priest's own
You tell Mr. Dj wanna rub a dub When I don't look You take a chance to ask my man to come and dance What me and he have got is solid as a rock So
if you get it wrong you'll get it right next time, next time. You gotta grow, you gotta learn by your mistakes You gotta die a little everyday just
part of life be larger than life? Even love must be limited by time And those who push us down that they might climb Is any killer worth more than his
payed by dimes even those peeps say he wastin his time know he knows somthin u don't know and he got somthin to tell ya u wouldn't believe how many people
time (Get new shoes come pickin' time) Every night when I go to bed I thank the Lord that my kids are fed They live on beans eight days of nine But I
A frog went a-courtin' and he did ride, M-hm, M-hm. A frog went a-courtin' and he did ride, Sword and pistol by his side, M-hm, M-hm. He rode up
Time for his lesson As much as he hated it, the preacher was teachin' him to play the accordion. "Don't go Georgie!" said the Reverend's daughter "When
trip, get pistol-whipped By a psycho maniac sick in his head want to be a gangster, now he's dead His brother took over, ain't no sweat Bought a new
start to fly April's come and the air smells fresh with rain They watched his shadow fade around the bend He's headed for a different kind of thunder
And now things changin' a lot, he fuck with my authority Then he shall see shells But not by the seashore if he gangbangin' or not It's simple
I've been hurt by love so many times, so I know just what you're goin' through. You wish that you were never born, you gotta forget him now that he's
I play I could never see a friend I'd have to practice without end And as the time was dripping by I watched the clock without denial I got the window
spied a sheriff comin' down the line Coughed and coughed as he cleared his throat He said come on you dirty hack into that district court Into
you Lord I had an arrangement to meet a girl, and I was kind of late And I thought by the time I got there she'd be off She'd be off with
you I been round by the river land Where the sun burns burns bold and All he ever [track "skips"] next to you [music fades out, then back in] Any
Only one to a customer, only one, One crack at paradise, next to none, Here am I riding high on a miracle come full blown, Hold him tight through
gettin' doin' the movie Cube. Come on they waitin' on another Next Friday. Everywhere I go "Give me another Friday" I need somethin' Cube. I'm runnin'
thought, he really had a hold on me He really thought (They thought they really could control me) he really had This time around I won't be gettin' bit
on the next plane out 'Cause I gotta see my baby It's been too long since I held him in my arms And I just won't sleep at night Till he's sleeping here
The next town is 125 miles away And these very words came into his mind. He said By the time I get to Phoenix, she'll be rising Oh, and she'll find
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