Lyrics:
feeling right up to it
Could it be done, yes, I could do it
That first snow in Kokomo
Jimmy Dee playing a bass, he was learning to play
Applegate
feeling right up to it
Could it be done, yes, I could do it
That first snow in Kokomo
Jimmy Dee playing a bass, he was learning to play
Applegate
was written in a hotel room in New York City
Right about the time a friend of ours, Little Steven
Was putting together a record of artists against
a hotel room in New York city 'round about the time a friend or ours, Little Steven, was putting together a record of artists against apartheid, this is
in a hotel room in New York City
Right about the time a friend of ours, Little Steven
Was putting together a record of artists against apartheid
There are no lyrics to this track. It is intentionally blank, with each of the 71 seconds representing one of the years that the artist's father,
Your next favourite artist (Artist , Artist , Artist)
You're my favourite artist (Artist)
Years ago
I'm a little boy
No, I'm a great big man
No, let's be a little boy
For a little while longer
Maybe an hour?
No Steven
We have to go
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a hotel room in New York city
'Round about the time a friend or ours, little Steven,
Was putting together a record of artists against apartheid
This is
burner
The heat skeet, blow a reef through your car, my God
Two words, no guns, break arms
Break necks, break backs, Steven Seagal
Free, young boss,
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