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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

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

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

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

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

is  your soul
Go, Resound it's bugle
Blow it till you're whole

We are all connected
Made of stars
A Galaxy within us all
We are a collective
In

z si
I lüge ni, i bi würklech hard am bügle
Aber würkt ni so wöu i di eigete Ahsprüch nid cha erfüue
Ig ha mängisch z Gfüeu ds i nid ready bi für au

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

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

killing it
Does it make me more a villain?
The Kryptonite turning me into a hypocrite

At the Daily Bugle 
Check my alias
The craziest 
Taking selfies till

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

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

of my noodle because I flow hard and make a mean strudel
I keep it low-carb without any lard (Mmm, tasty), now bring in the bugles
Knick-knack, paddy

want your bugle call
No brass band no pipes and drums, no medal badge or star
But give me what you promised me when first I went to war
That's freedom

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

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

are belonging, dear babie, to thee

O fear not the bugle, though loudly it blows
It calls but the warders that guard thy repose
Their bows would be

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

Well I’m tired, I’m tired
Of bugles and alarms
Let me sail sweetly
Into God’s empty arms

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

was the salty taste of glory
That it was not like Agamemnon’s story
Only, an eyeball in the mud, and Hopkins
Flat and pale and gory!

But the bugles, in

or corporate will be pissed?
But they can bring in Border Labradors from the Bugle Doodle orphanage?
Nah, that don't seem right, I'ma call the Labor Board

City girls we got rural
They gone blow me like a bugle
Drive them girls insane
And I don't need to run no game
Massive on her brain
Now all the neighbors

blagues
Et incendier les bagnes
Péter les Ray-Ban
Sur le nez des keufs
On bugle comme des thugs
Et on brûle de rage
Sur le terrain sec ahahah
J'appelle