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the British come.

And there must have been a hundred of'em beatin' on the drum.

They stepped so high and they made the bugles ring.

We stood by our cotton

on the line
The other day I saw a fox
He was running for his life
His eyes were wide but his mind was shut
To the redcoat's bugle calls
But when he got home his

stabil, man it's good to be schwiizer 
Aber de priis isch, 40 jahr lang bügle 
Yuppies wend ad langstrass, aso wegzügle  4
Ich gsehne eui after-work-parties

those who came to lend a hand

O The Last Post on bugles they play
There on the road under Menin Gate
To remember all the boys
Never found

They're with

I'm a bugle off
don't know 'bout dem otha broads
them who buss love that cause (yep)
I got some good pussy, sure you call me good pussy, I got a good

When my 21st birthday finally comes, oh yeah 
I'm gonna sound the bugles, beat the drums 
I'm gonna stay out all night; I won't even go to bed 
I'm gonna

Her shining hour is long since passed
Her future it is fading fast
While all around the bugle plays
Shes made of yesterdays

Her mother says she did

of battles glorious and deeds victorious
the bugles cease now he is at peace now
far from these green hills of tyrol

because these green hills are not

wit words to carry out all of my visions to shoot the psych
A gust a wind done blew your shot of you bein the token guy
More a bugle type, no keys

farting tongue pressed
tightly to his teeth
he blew back with his
bugle of an asshole"

I called the president
In the White House
I sat in my office

beautiful
In the way he plays that bugle
But that song is not for me
Cause I refuse to bleed

Guess what I still hunger
For the wonder and the thunder

don't wanna die at all
I don't wanna die for England
Didn't hear the bugle call 

I hate this war
Can't take any more
It's a real gas
How long does it

got
Sail on down the old mighty morning bugle is callin you now
Captain Buck's Golden Eagle is pickin you up downtown

Well you could be way up in

pleasure when theres only a pain
I like a hit of bugle and a toot of champagne
And you see me on fire
And you see me borderline
There is a world! (And its

I wanna be in the cavalry if they send me off to war
I wanna good steed under me like my forefathers before
I wanna good mount when the bugle sounds

like chips like a bag of Bugles
Fuck a grandma that can't work computers
Like its Planet Drool, I think niggas they sleep on us
My coupe the color

The snood upon thy yellow hair
When thou hast heard his name upon
The bugles of the cherubim
Begin thou softly to un-zone
Thy girlish bozom unto him

sunshine girl
Mmm...

This winter please, bring me what I choose
I require love, not these searching blues
I hear harp's music, bugles and drums
I feel your

Nothing but my boy nothing but my boy
Y'all cant fill the void
Bond on steroids 
No bugle boys
Y'all can't rock the genes y'all corduroy 
Y'all can't get

drug
Sun Chips, Bugles, go get fucked
There ain't a god damn thing
More important to me
Than corn product and chemical cheese
Doritos in 3D, Doritos in

lines of bugle sharing joints with me friends 
I'm missing all that shit I won't even pretend
I wanna have a session getting off me head 
I wanna have

Spiderman came out to play (No way)
And yeah they love to hate
Like Daily Bugle on front page
I just swooped in on the block
Not talking doctor, I seen

Hold up the bugle
Give him a tune to blow in his horn.
Sign of The Times
To All linked & Londonese Born.
Lyrics for Sufferers, who at Highrise Summit

im out here on daily 
Everybody tryna 
Play me
But I got something to prove
Fuck ya daily bugle news
Nigga
I Been dope since May 
My life on display