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It's just an old piece of wood On top of four legs It's got a few coffee stains, and a thousand marks from "god knows when" Ain't too many
they say Once burned, forever marked Hurt by just a few but so many have to pay Pressure coming down Down on me, gonna break Broken fingernails
subdue Through many warlike ages Is wrought now by a coward few For hireling traitor's wages The English steel we could disdain Secure in valour's
today I started loving you again What a fool I was to think I might get by With only these few million tears to cry I might have known the day was
Go by the name of Weezie F. An fuck 'em out the belly store with ten bags? Fly as a muthafucka girly on my staple 'Cause her friends say I'm a tummy
(You'll be like me) Some glad morning life was born (You'll be like me) In the shadows of a lifeless dawn (You'll be like me) Just a few more weary
guitar to the baker's son For a few crumbs and a place to hide But I can get another one And I'll play for Magdalena as we ride No llores, mi querida
station Craving warmth and beauty You settle for less than fascination A few drinks later you're not so choosy When the closing lights strip off
I only had a couple drinks last night And few good hits from an antler pipe And I must admit, I had a few white lines And I don't know what all
forgot That's when I came upon a book covered in cobwebs Story of a romance torn apart by fate Hundreds of years ago, they fell in love, like we did
Go by the name of Weezie F. An fuck 'em out the belly store with ten bags? Fly as a muthafucka girly on my staple 'Cause her friends say I'm a tummy
to hide A place for me to hide Can you find me soft asylum I can't make it anymore The Man is at the door Peppermint, miniskirts, chocolate candy
Go by the name of Weezie F. An fuck 'em out the belly store with ten bags? Fly as a muthafucka girly on my staple 'Cause her friends say I'm a tummy
a triangle that means change you can studyEcho is the bounce of a sound that won't endFoxtrot is a dance or comic by Bill AmendGolf is like croquet but with
Take a few M-16s to the hood Pass 'em all out on the block, what's good? I'ma put the Compton swap meet by the White House Republican run up, get
I was down the glen one Easter morn To a city fair rode I. There armed lines of marching men In squadrons passed me by. No pipe did hum, no
down For just one more drink, oh yeah Here's to us, here's to love All the times that we fucked up Here's to you, fill the glass 'Cause the last few
You might be an enemy Or even worse, you could be a friend A friend A friend A friend I like to be by myself It's better than anything else Party for
Here's to us- Who's like us? Damn few Hey, old friend Are you okay, old friend? What do ya say, old friend? Are we or are we unique?
chosen, my kin Who am I? Who am I? The sum of these parts, a human work of art til I die Who am I? Magical thinking, procrastination Grouch in
Words by Adrian Mitchell, music by Arlo Guthrie Victor Jara of Chile Lived like a shooting star He fought for the people of Chile With his songs
they're forgotten men remembered by so few. But the war is over and the fighting ended many years ago. The war is over. The battle's won but what is
requests I've got a few for you Play that song called "Shot gun" Play that one called "My girl" Don't forget them No other song will do
said it only takes time That soon I'd be on my feet again And over my cryin' i fought every memory I conquered a few but what I can't get over Is getting
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