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double might just take you home
She's got her holey blue jeans and a String of pearls
She's a country city girl

VERSE #2
cll week long she's punching that

All on your own
With nowhere to roam
How do you sleep in a world so cold?
You're on your own
You're so far from home
How do you sleep in a world so

Nasty Girl

The Notorious B.I.G.

Nasty Girl/Mo Money Mo Problems

2006

Fingers in your mouth, open up your blouse
Pull your G-string down South, aoowww
Threw that back out, in the parking lot
By a Cherokee and a green drop-top

Lesser men would call it love
Seeking shelter from the measure
Of one's life against the gods':
So devoid of depth and pleasure
But with you it's

the mire

You looking at one of the Vivid Kind alumni
You should know these type of rhythms are hard to come by
Acoustic panels bounce vibrations like

Put on Your Shit Kickers

House of Pain

House of Pain

suckers like bell bottom jeans
I always switch trains in Jamaica, Queens
When I go to by the street to see my Aunt Ilene
Danny Boy's comin' with the Irish

somebody in the music it’s hard

I've been in a lot of bands before getting here
But it always ends by the wear
Will I find my place? In the pouring rain?

Angel of the Morning

P.P. Arnold

Soul: Angel of the Morning

2002

There'll be no strings to bind your hands
Not if my love can't bind your heart
And there's no need to take a stand
For it was I who chose to start
I

Lesser men would call it love
Seeking shelter from the measure
Of one's life against the gods'
So devoid of depth and pleasure
But with you it's

Daedalus

Thrice

Live at the House of Blues

2008

I stand on the cliffs with my son next to me
This island our prison, our home
And everyday we look out at the sea
This place is all he's ever

Life's moving by so fast I can't keep up
Everyday it seems like I meet new people
I saw you with your man I know he really needs you
You seem like a tricky

a beam, awfully lucent
Plucking her strings, Rebull acoustics
Shit was a dream, I need a new pick
Out with my team, put in our two cents
Clearly I'm real,

Reflections on a Broken Mirror

The Chris Robinson Brotherhood

Betty's S.F. Blends, Vol. 1

2013

Big gun powder and the Glasgow girl
Our lady of the highway with a string of pearls
Well I aint no modern masterpiece
New surrealist movement in

uncertain to me
New tale to write
After closing tonight

Feel the weight
Coming Down
I’m buried by lies

You’re a puppeteer
pulling strings
When I’m by your

the words as I'm yearning for home
When daylight has left me by the side of the road
Nobody's hurting and nobody's cold anywhere
In a traveler's prayer	

I'm

with a gun by the groin

And what are friends for
I'm still the boss don't get sent for

Roger that 10-4
Nigga send me, point 'em out, where he at? I got

string's ditties
One day I'll play by the blue Danube again
Till then, my rhapsody, never end, my friend
"Hazámba vágyom" - I'm longing for home
Yet in my

The lady of the lyre's got a lot upon her mind
Traveling across the land with seven strings combined
And where she's going next, no one knows, oh
Her

like me hit the road  and Never look back again
Have one true love and Itu0027s being on that stage With a six string in hand Will never look back again

There'll be no strings to bind your hands
Not if my love can't bind your heart
And there's no need to take a stand
For it was I who chose to start
I

with a blister each
I'm all pincher, fever-y hoodie on, hoodie off
Sweat thru his E.T. sheets to the worry dolls
Never met a quiet storm that didn't

on
Forbidden signs increase
I'm sitting still at home
And watching

Born in a mourning hall
Pale clouds of feared the unborn child
Then it grew up with growing

take ya
Make you feel alright
They'll say you've been stolen
By a thief in the night

Uhhh

They call me the heart thief
I don't miss a beat
With

crowded room
Grasping at the lace
Tie it by the string, puppeteer won't see the springs
(It's the)
Sound of the shovel digging my rightful place, my home