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and mores I wanna be your basic clod Who made good and went away while he could To somewhere where people are still human beings Where they have spirit
ploughed, they've sewn, they've harrowed him in, Threw clods upon his head, And these three men made a solemn vow: John Barleycorn was dead. They've let
When I'm falling fast, you rescue me, you love unconditionally And when I'm clod and so alone Back in your arms I feel at home I pray that you will
in New York, five peeps and a dog In a two bedroom doing menial jobs Plus, rhyming and stealing and being a clod Distractions free to maraud I left
have to suffer I still do it anyway I'm a diamond in the rough Or I'm a dirt clod in the clay Guess what I lost my job It's just my luck
clod-hoppers, a basket ball, an' a new Dirwin Kirkby album. Did you leave the milk and cookies out? I sure did, I'll bet he'll eat 'em all. Sid, have you been
about Don't you copping out, don't copping out From a cold clod cut in a deep zone A sunken ship with the ghost on They put my seat in there, find
where from. In a time zone with no noon she hops a spoon and sleds to water. In the snocone-clod, wet tomb she shakes her broom-blond hair like God then.
and welcome you here on the day you were born the moment I saw you I wanted to hold you and keep you warm on a clod days morn the moment I held you i wanted
you think you can tell? And did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts? Hot ashes for trees? Hot air for a cool breeze? Clod comfort for
His hands were quick, his fingers strong It stung a little but not for long And those who thought him a simple clod Were soon reconsidering
off and to bring me back a god lost as timeline clod Factory makes fear At least that much is clear You and your "Keanu Reeves" can show me while they
They've got internet sickness It's the scene of a crime I'm a digital witness I'm making it through the day But I still feel shitty Half the clods
he saw our drunken ways, He began to scream and curse Oh, you drunken sods, you heathen clods You've taken to a drunken spree You've drunken
he saw our drunken ways He began to scream and curse. "You drunken sods! You heathen clods! You've taken to a drunken spree! You drank up all
Инверсия! Добавим hi hat'а. Clod boys one, one Guf, Паша Техник! Паша Техник! Скретч! Делаем шум! Делаем шум! Получается Хип-хоп! Настроение
(MarkinDB) se fosse um jogo seria game over parecia um filme, to tipo como. jown clod virei um astro, e foi do dia pra noite mestre splinter
joke You’re just about to have a stroke, my shit is doper than Colombian coke Poetical rhymes be like food for thought Clods know my style is pretty
and fumbled up A clod hopped wreck A maladroit so disarray Forever here and out of place My rouse, my con, my best yet That’s all I’ve got
Our forsaken angry god One sad obsolescent clod
this way We thought we would have happiness this time Why was she taken away Has all of our happiness died The clods of dirt fall among the petals
These chord progressions show up in every song Written by these prepubescent sounding clods With boring riffs that take little talent to play Sounds
and spitting clotted clods upon the earth We fall upon the ground wrapped as one Exhausted and shamed What have we done? When did we become? Such heartless
waiting for a new reality Frozen stiff clenched black clod Motionless transfixed beneath the sods Orange hair on leathery wrinkled head Leering the ebony
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