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Roebuck sale The coolerator was crammed with TV dinners and ginger ale But when Pierre found work, the little money comin' worked out well "C'est la
Roebuck sale The coolerator was crammed with TV dinners and ginger ale But when Pierre found work, the little money comin' worked out well "C'est la
crammed And the mountains erupt And the valley is sucked Into cracks in the earth Will I finally be heard by you? LA Uptight city in the smog, city
to my place And occupy a little space John Doe Oh, no, don't pity me babe I know I'm alright Oh, yeah, I'm alright The streets are crammed, can't
B, double E, double R, U N Twenty-five minutes past quitting time Seven of us crammed into that truck of mine Paying no attention to them
B, double E, double R, U N Twenty-five minutes past quitting time Seven of us crammed into that truck of mine Paying no attention to them
Roebuck sale The coolerator was crammed with TV dinners and ginger ale, But when Pierre found work, the little money comin' worked out well "C'est la
I had no one to go my bail; They crammed me back into the county jail. Oh, yes they did. The judge and the jury they took their stand. The judge
back. I had no one for to go my bail; They crammed me back into the county jail. The judge and the jury they took their stand. The judge had
With a two room Roebuck sale The coolerator was crammed With T.V. Dinners and ginger ale But when Pierre found work The little money comin'
John Doe, Oh no, don't pity me babe I know I'm alright O yeah, I'm alright. The streets are crammed, can't walk Might find somebody and talk I can't
at the cops, I done crammed every drop Copped whips the same color, we tighter than brothers With different fathers but same mothers, this life don't love us
feel so lonely you could die Buildings crammed with people Landscape filled with wrath Grey concrete city Rain has wet the street I want to see
lack of Royal baggage, Bustle her and three corgis to the rear of the carriage, For the train it is crammed with all Europe's nobility, And there's
elbow (Gucci) Exotic Kush from Melrose stickin' to me like VELCRO (ugh) Brown paper bag crammed with nothin' but blue hunchos (blues) Wardrobe Willy
Every face that crammed this hall And in this room our hats were hung And words were written and songs were sung And we held our glasses high
shouldn't've seen Two hundred thou', one hundred's crammed in my Givenchy jeans And she just wanna make a scene, tryna join the team And I just wanna paint
All the streets are crammed with things Eager to be held I know what hands are for And I'd like to help myself You ask me the time But I sense
All the streets are crammed with things Eager to be held I know what hands are for And I'd like to help myself You ask me the time But I
my type, I'm a low life Crammed in some time, now I'm your whole life Can't make those calls in the low light Are you ready to go? We gon' be
more than we could tote having lies crammed down our throat But that old damn finally broke when women finally got the right to vote They said a woman's
How can we evolve? A nation of children that can not be taught They say this shit is just cannabis talk, but without it my thoughts are just crammed
Superman wouldn't change in a phone booth for Stan I'm a brand new being like Grand Puba's band Happy as Anderson Cooper having a tuba crammed In his
Every face that crammed this hall And in this room our hats were hung And words were written and songs were sung And we held our glasses high
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