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In the back of a record store Piled up on the killing floor Vinyl veterans who went to war When they was in their teens In the back of a record
I'm there in her arms But it's all in my mind The snow is piled high on the highway tonight I'm a ship lost at sea on this ocean of white
I'm no good at chatting up and I always get rebuffed Enough to drive a man to drink, I don't do no washing up I always leave the stuff piled up Piled
were books on tray tables In airliner cabins Platitudes spilled onto petulant napkins All piled with good luck Under an old truck stop sign Where I
Piled up to my chin My mother told me good My mother told me strong She said be true to yourself And you can't go wrong But there's just one thing That
the truth Blinded by something that we call love Something that we feel, but fail to understand Piled up theories, theories that we lack to comprehend
Beirut windows are slowly rising Houses are piled up, always looking good We live in them together, windows with different views And life is still
hesitated, you've got only you to blame Cause we've had centuries of silence Human flesh and concrete floors No small amount of true repentance Piled up
The garbage it's creating Is piled to the sky To the sky Piled to the sky Plastic in paradise Air, land and sea Plastic in paradise High toxic debris
NOBODY THAT'S A REALLY LONG NIGHT IT'S A LONG NIGHT Bridge EARN ANOTHER STICKER SUPERSTAR I GOT THEM PILED ON THE MARBLE FLOOR I GOT THEIR BODIES
I'm a singer I sing songs Piled into our big black van And the we drove it all across this land Playing music that was big and loud The open
of those tomorrows piled one up on top of one And you know that it's in the family and now it's your turn son People fighting to keep their lives and homes
Since she been gone Now I can say good bye Yes, I need is One Night Lover's Hair The laundry has really piled up Find out my One Night Lover's Hair That's
looking out the window and the snow piled way up, shit, so all he does is work And ain't no time for socializing 'til the temperatures is mild Plus he
my thoughts are so piled I guess I wanna know how you feel Yeah, how you feel, yeah I'm tryna pour my heart out How the fuck I'm 'posed to sound? I
my little heart to see your lonely books Piled so far away from mine to see your lonely books Piled so far away from mine I'm clearly writing this one
With my high starched-collar and my high-topped shoes And my hair piled high upon my head I went to lose a jolly hour on the trolley And lost my
our fences, it covered up our barns, It covered up our tractors in this wild and dusty storm. We loaded our jalopies and piled our families in, We
set of dishes, or wash the ones that are piled in the sink Nothing else to tell you dear, except each day seems like a year Every night I'm dreaming
blown. It covered up our fences, it covered up our barns, It covered up our tractors in this wild and dusty storm. We loaded our jalopies and piled our
dreaming, With the peace o' the world piled on top. The summer -- no sweeter was ever; The sunshiny woods all athrill; The grayling aleap in the river,
please a box piled high with love and understanding That I could share with all my neighbors and my friends And leave one new temper cause I lost mine
With my high starched-collar and my high-topped shoes And my hair piled high upon my head I went to lose a jolly hour on the trolley And lost my
With my high starched-collar and my high-topped shoes And my hair piled high upon my head I went to lose a jolly hour on the trolley And lost my
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