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99, 100, 101, 102, Your ma won't even recognize you
14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, gonna knock him clean right out of his spleen
Well, I don't know, but
yeah, you heard the man
From the album "Ride the lightning"
For whom the bell tolls
Hey hey hey hey, come on!
Make his fight on the hill in
of the dark
And I do not feel the romance I do not catch the spark
I don't know when I noticed life was life at my expense
The words of my heart lined up like
wind ripping down the alley at dawn
And the morning paper flies
Dead man lying by the side of the road
With the daylight in his eyes
Don't let it bring
Don't call pretty Peggy, she can't hear you no more
Don't leave no message 'round her back door
They say the old laughin' lady been here before
something
You can see it, you can see it in his eyes
Sometimes he looks so happy
As he goes strolling by
Oh village idiot, he's complicated
Village
I don't know if I was dreamin' I don't know if it was real
Everything was movin' and yet everything was still
People came from everywhere and no
If he's ninety-five she don't give a damn
Just as long as he pays the bill
Did you see that man with a fat cigar
He just left his lunch with
specialize in misconstruin'
We wanna be at a presidential level, what are we doin'?
Foolin' ourselves, clownin' ourselves, playin' ourselves
By not bein'
Come, my love, and go with me. Ah, my love, I greet thee. Take you down to Tennessee. Meet you by and by.
Don't you hear them hollerin' now. Ah, my
was a river hobo
Who lived and died by the river's bed
Looking back, I still remember
I was proud to be his friend
Mama said, "Don't go near that river
grace".
Or the night they broke behind us
And then took us by surprise
I whistled out to bonner, I seen the terror in his eyes
And he rode for all his
A modern-day warrior
Mean, mean stride
Today's Tom Sawyer
Mean, mean pride
Though his mind is not for rent
Don't put him down as arrogant
His
a factory job and runs a big machine
He don't miss the farm or the fields of green
Now the city's just a prison without fences
His job is just
song
And by all I have done wrong
I'll make it all up to be
I saw a young man leaning on his wooden crutch
He called out to me, "Don't ask for so
specialize in misconstruin'
We wanna be at a presidential level, what are we doin'?
Foolin' ourselves, clownin' ourselves, playin' ourselves
By not bein'
and muffled chime
As we stood there and watched by his side
But it stopped short never to go again
When the old man died
He's lost his star
Understanding is a virtue, hard to come by
You can teach me how to love
If you'll only try, so please
Don't give up so soon
song
And by all I have done wrong
I'll make it all up to be
I saw a young man leaning on his wooden crutch
He called out to me, "Don't ask for so
He's lost his star
Understanding is a virtue, hard to come by
You can teach me how to love
If you'll only try, so please
Don't give up so soon
his fears don't pass him by
But for the grace of God it could be you instead of him
(It could be you instead of him)
Shed a tear share a sight
song
And by all I have done wrong
I'll make it all up to be
I saw a young man leaning on his wooden crutch
He called out to me, "Don't ask for so
To where poor Utah lay
With a thousand wounds and bruises
His life blood ebbed away
I knelt down close beside him
And I knew that all was o'er
As I heard
the world fell on his shoulders
Back in Boulder I don't know
It was out in Arizona
That he heard the lady listenin'
To each word that he was sayin'
.JPG/222px-Arve_Moen_Bergset_med_Oslo_Filharmonien_(cropped).JPG "Arve Moen Bergset")
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