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How will this one begin? A conversation or high-tide? Perhaps some strangers on a train? How bout vulgar genocide? He longs to find the holy grail.
Your hills and dales and flowery vales That lie near the Moorlough Shore Your vines that blow by borden's grove Will I ever see no more Where
Just another day, same as most before Nothing to mark it as unique Never would have guessed how different it would be Shocked by the news that cut so
soon On my way It won't be long, perhaps this afternoon. I'll follow signs that point the way To yet another empty day Seems it's just my generation But
It's quiet this morning The birds aren't singing Perhaps they're leaving Perhaps they're dreaming of the way it might have been If we'd begun
The indications are very strong that we shall move in a few days perhaps tomorrow. Lest I should not be able to write again, I feel impelled
I was a highwayman Along the coach roads, I did ride With sword and pistol by my side Many a young maid lost her baubles to my trade Many
A bottle of white, a bottle of red Perhaps a bottle of rose instead We'll get a table near the street In our old familiar place You and I, face
that in love I'd be lost and so easily led I guess I was caught By that hint of a smile on her face I thought I was happy When my life was as easy
Soon we'll come to the end of life's journey And perhaps we'll never meet anymore Till we gather in Heaven's bright city Far away on that beautiful
a prison Without anyone ever knowing And, we live in a nation Developed by racists Perpetuating racism on a regular basis So, how do I make statement That I
Everyone wants to be a cowboy Grab your guns boy Forty-five by my side, do he live No the nigga dies Zen, zen zen zen zen zen zen You shot
Everyone wants to be a cowboy Grab your guns boy Forty-five by my side, do he live No the nigga dies Zen, zen zen zen zen zen zen You shot your
murderer! He must be found! Hounded out by everyone! Met with hatred everywhere! No kind word from anyone! No compassion anywhere! Christine,
think, perhaps, sir You will have to make up your mind To abide by the rules of this house that is If you want the job I started work on the script I
A bottle of whites, a bottle of red Perhaps a bottle of rose instead We'll get a table near the street In our old familiar place You and I, face
Hearin you out is senseless, perhaps for instance I give this faggot a french kiss Black gloves, no prints, dark tints Word on the street they ain't heard
Hearin' you out is senseless, perhaps for instance I give this faggot a french kiss Black gloves, no prints, dark tints Word on the street they ain't
Words and music by Arlo Guthrie Living now here but for fortune Placed by fate's mysterious schemes Who'd believe that we're the ones asked To try
You're always dancing in and out of view I must have thought you would always be around Always keeping things real by playing the clown Now you're nowhere
me Why do I love you I love you for closing your eyes to the dischords And for adding to the music in me by worshipful listening I love you because
Hearin' you out is senseless, perhaps for instance I give this faggot a french kiss Black gloves, no prints, dark tints Word on the street they ain't
Miss Marmelstein, Miss Marmelstein Other girls get called by their first names right away They get cozy intimate Do you know what I mean'
the fact that you need them And if you find yourself in great transition And you think perhaps you've lost your way On the edge and fragile your
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