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that's hanging on the wall
But in the master bedroom where the coats are piled high
A silent, saddened lady thinks of what it's like to die
And as she
inhibitions so that all is left for you
All is left for you, all is left for you
All this left for you now
Master of images
Songs cast a light on you
And Baba said this kiss symbolically showed him who in fact he really was
The next nine months he neither slept nor ate.
His Mother was disturbed by this
Here we are, out of cigarettes,
Holding hands and yawning,
Look how late it gets.
Two sleepy people by dawn's early light,
And too much in
It was "Sometimes It Snows In April"
He was brought up by the faithful
In the cage of every unclean bird, ungrateful and hateful
The legend
I counted them on my side
Lately I don't count on nothing
I just let things slide
The station master's shuffling cards
Boxcars are banging in
(Hey yo, Adam, what's up? This is Mix Master Mike, I'm calling from Sacramento, um
Ah, I've been wanting to hook up with you, um, maybe on some
I counted them on my side
Lately I don't count on nothing
I just let things slide
The station master's shuffling cards
Boxcars are banging in
Here we are, out of cigarettes
Holding hands and yawning
Look how late it gets
Two sleepy people, by dawn's early light
Too much in love to say
by this window long enough
You get used to an empty room
And your love is some dust in an old man's cup
Who is tapping his foot to a tune
And your
drove her to the depot
There were tears in my eyes
And a ticket in her hand
And as we stood there by those tracks
I knew she wasn't comein' back
So I
on your knees,
Swim up high, only please come on back to me.
On a mule, in a jet, with your hair in a net,
In a shower wet, I don't care.
This is
and a thought in my head
And I walk through the halls where I used to be led
My heart is filled with reasons
I'm tryin' to be somebody else
I'm findin' it
Manfred Mann's Earth Band- Stranded
Stranded in Iowa
Stranded in Iowa
Better get the Breakdown squad out
Get me rolling on
'Cause I can't keep my
bid to go to the lady's door and stretch out by her side"
"Lie down, lie down, my good master, here's a blanket to your hand
And I'll waken you in
You made me master of the world where you exist
The soul I took from you was not even missed yeah
Lord of this world
Evil possessor
Lord of this
Another suitcase in another hall
So what happens now?
Take your picture off another wall
Where am I going to?
You'll get by you always have before
Welcome lads, now i must enforce,
your participation in the obstacle coarse,
designed by me with no remorse.
I'm the master of the gym,
Master
You made me master of the world where you exist
The soul I took from you was not even missed yeah
Lord of this world
Evil possessor
Lord of this
Another suitcase in another hall
So what happens now?
Take your picture off another wall
Where am I going to?
You'll get by, you always
Durin's sons
If this is to end in fire
Then we should all burn together
Watch the flames climb high into the night
Calling out, Father, oh, stand by
Here we are, out of cigarettes,
Holding hands and yawning; look how late it gets,
Two sleepy people, by dawn's early light,
Too much in love
Know the season may come
Know the season may go
Beware the storm clouds gather
Take heat in warm of soul
When the master calls the roll
But can
of the illustrious
In history's great dark hall of fame
All our greatest killers were industrious
At least the ones that we all know by name
But you can reach
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