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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,
walk
The method
Of stop, tap, spin
Of no talkin'
Bailey's walk
Bailey!
Bailey!
On parking lots
And big highways
Daily
It's crazy
Yeah
The method
missed how they were making it end
And we all wound up confused
That's what you call the Zimmerman blues
What you call the Zimmerman blues
That's what you
即 飲み干す
祝杯 (sippin') 姿 (tippin') (一気に)
テュルソス (grippin') ぶどうを (eatin') (一気に)
雰囲気 (keep it) D style (rip it) (一気に)
この場 (kill it) let's steal it
The bleeding hearts and the artists
Make their stand
And when they've given you their all
Some stagger and fall, after all it's not easy
Banging your heart
The bleeding hearts and the artists
Make their stand
And when they've given you their all
Some stagger and fall, after all it's not easy
Banging your heart
life artist liiife artist life
Yow yow yow
A just the artist liiife artist life artist liiife artist
Artist artist
Bay ice round me neck me wrist it
Your next favourite artist (Artist , Artist , Artist)
You're my favourite artist (Artist)
She's got everything she needs, she's an artist
She don't look back
She's got everything she needs, she's an artist
She don't look back
She can
She's got everything she needs, she's an artist
She don't look back
She's got everything she needs, she's an artist
She don't look back
She can
stopping
To this thing they call bee-bopping
So, Bailey, please, come on home
Now, everybody, twist it
I say, everybody, twist it
So, Bailey, please,
She's got everything she needs, she's an artist
She don't look back
She's got everything she needs, she's an artist
She don't look back
She can
it down for Sean P, he control the crooks
You my muslim brother, and my other brother
Like my mother's son, see you in heaven brother
Real artists
Well that's it
"for America's most complete artist"
"you better get ready"
"for America's most complete artist"
"What's your name boy?"
"I.. am.."
Won't you come home, Bill Bailey, won't you come home
I moan the whole night long
I'll do the cookin', honey, I'll pay the rent
I know I done you
hungry kids, oh, oh?
Now it's all over Danny Bailey
And the harvest is in
Dillinger's dead, oh
I guess the cops won again
Now it's all over Danny
hungry kids, oh, oh?
Now it's all over Danny Bailey
And the harvest is in
Dillinger's dead, oh
I guess the cops won again
Now it's all over Danny
Franklin, is it not true that you're not a christian artist
But a secular artist posing as a christian artist?
Excuse me Mr. Franklin
Remcg his work
a shame
Bailey, won't you please come home
(A walk on home, Bill)
(Ah, like it like that)
(Hey, Bailey let's go on home one more time you hear)
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