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for the next few days."
"Though the policies set forth by Principal Cambell will remain the same, there will be some additional regulations you must
This type beat might be for the shit, though
They doin' all kind of shit
Uh
Uh, I got numbers on my phone that'll never ring again
'Cause Allah
How pink volcano in the heard of the torndao
Is shaking the lemonade tree
Hot pink forest is backed by a furnace
That boils the lemonade free
Raised to be a lady by the golden rule
Alice was the spawn of a public school
With a double-barrel name in the back of her brain
And a simple case
I'm pretty sure her phone wouldn't be answered by no man"
Mr. Telephone Man
There's something wrong with my line
When I dial my baby's number I get
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Bass, bass, bass, bass
Nasty
Three
With music by our side
To break the color lines
Let's work
into someone's coffee
Then it avoids an awful lot of mess
It's murder by numbers one two three
It's as easy to learn as your ABC
Murder
The crowd
Spurning step by state
Blame something else
Thirsting
Within without
Sighted
Weeded
How they run
Slain in number
Shake my head
Turn my
to be me
You'll never be in doubt
That's what it's all about
You can't take me for granted and smile
Count the days I'm gone
Forget reaching me by
It's heartaches by the number
Many nights without slumber
Ask any girl
Ooh, and then you'll know why
I sit and cry
I sit and cry
Oh, Mother Earth, with your fields of green
Once more laid down by the hungry hand
How long can you give and not receive?
And feed this world
friends and me
We'd play all day with Sally J
The girl from number four
Very soon, I begged her, won't you keep me company?
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh,
but disappeared
And the only trace of her that's left I find each night in there
'Cause she's just numbers on the jukebox that I lean on
There's
By a cafe here I hope to be workin' soon
Please come to Boston
She said "No. Would you come home to me?"
And she said, "Hey ramblin' boy now won't
be
And though my faults may grow in number day by day
Let no one ever say that I've ever been untrue
I'll always love you in my own peculiar way
Satan is public enemy number one
Wanted dead or alive for all the crimes on this land
Killing God's children one by one
Casting affliction upon
Eyes over the city
Rise up from your soul
Hang over the streets at night
Brought on by the cold
We live with the numbers
Mining our dreams for
Let's tell the future
Let's see how it's been done.
By numbers. By mirrors. By water.
By dots made at random on paper.
By salt. By dice.
By
That was a, a Little Richard number that the
Boys rather like and
Hope you liked it, "Ooh! My Soul"
And, ooh, my arms! We've, we've just flown
In
Eyes over the city
Rise up from your soul
Hang over the streets at night
Brought on by the cold
We live with the numbers
Mining our dreams for
I was ridin' number nine
Headin' south from Caroline
I heard that lonesome whistle blow
Got in trouble had to roam
Left my girl and left my home
and ten
Nine and ten
Say the numbers one by one
Write the numbers with a pen
Nine and ten
Nine and ten
Shout the numbers on the run
Jump on numbers just for
ring up Turner
And try to see if the little girl is over there
Well, I know, I know my baby
I know the sweet thing by the clothes she wears
She's
friends and me
We'd play all day with Sally J
The girl from number four
Very soon, I begged her, won't you keep me company?
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh,
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