Lyrics:
camp Africa, Bars in town are civilised
She puts on the film of him, King is white and in the crowd
Panorama, Citylife
Youth's dance proud from
And the sound gets close
You swear he's there
But no he's not a ghost
Careful here he comes
Watch out here they come come come come
Sasquatch summer camp
a paradise wall he had seen
Pictures in magazines that told him so
California cottonfields
Where labor camps were filled with worried men with broken dreams
the evening
They feed near openings
In the morning, in the evening
You need to be prepared
No cellphone coverage
You need to be prepared
Camp high hunt low
they've rounded up
Sent to camps back in the jungle
And people whisper, people double-talk
At once their fathers act so humble
All the young girls they
going insane, smell good, nail polish
Converse, Gucci
Camp Flog Gnaw, one of the best festivals
I'm healthy, my skin glowin', my friends healthy
I'm
the spring hit the Great Divide
Oh, they never heard old Camp Cookie sing
I read up the last of my letter
And tore off the stamp for Black Jim
Little
We gon' go to camp out (yuh)
Don't go in the cabin house (eh)
We gon' go to camp out, woahoah
We gon' go to camp out my health low
We gon' go to camp
Rompiendo la monotonia del tiempou
Papa Legba,
Come and open the gate.
Papa Legba,
To the city of camps.
Now, we're your children
Come and ride your
Fat kids of every shape and size
Come to camp big back and realize
We love you
And we want you to know
That camp big back is for you
Camp big back
hall
Inna 1957 wen tings just a settle down
When a near independence and Selassie never come
Outa back a wall a whey di bobo camp did settle down
of salvation
To put the love of God in our souls
We need a whole lot more of Jesus
And a lot less rock and roll
We need more old time camp meetings
a magic wand
Then maybe you'd change back to bein' a blonde
And your skirt would come down
It would cover your feet
If I said, "It's not camp to wear
Camp Beech Grove, Camp Beech Grove
All aboard for Camp Beech Grove
A vacation for the whole nation
Don't have to worry about goin' home
Well,
A canvas covered cabin in a crowded labor camp
Stands out in this memory I revive
'Cause my daddy raised a family there with two hard working hands
they've rounded up
Sent to camps back in the jungle
And people whisper, people double-talk
At once their fathers act so humble
All the young girls they
I can take you to Band Camp
Have you ever been to the Bandz camp
Do you wanna go to band camp
Nah I rather go to Bandz camp
Where can I get money up
hands
Dig just a little bit
The camp is vast asleep
Library laundromats
Inside the dirty sheets
Dig just a little bit
Soup kitchen feeds
Lines
Concentration Moon
(Over the camp in the valley)
Over the camp in the valley
(Concentration Moon, OH WHAT A)
Concentration Moon
(I wish I was back in
of retreating footfall from his military camp
So take it home, take it low, take responsibilities
Came the message from the front
For the captains, captains
That was me, at the scout camp, in the school play
Spade and bucket by the sea, that was me
That was me, playing conkers at the bus stop
of paradise
Fore he had seen pictures in magazines that told him so.
Californa cottonfields where labor camps are filled
With worried men with broken dreams
いやしない
見違えるほど 時は満ちてく
C.A.M.P.
C.A.M.P.
C.A.M.P.
C.A.M.P.
今日は星がとても綺麗だから
今日は星がとても綺麗だから
今日は星がとても綺麗だから
今日は星がとても綺麗だから
今日は星がとても綺麗だから
今日は星がとても綺麗だから
今日は星がとても綺麗だから
Diuen que, de vegades
Volem tenir una flor solitària
I podem tenir el camp complet
Jo crec, jo crec
Que tu ets el camp complet
Per això et busco
Per
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