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The crops are all in and the peaches are rotting The oranges are piled in their creosote dumps You're flying them back to the Mexican border
and said, "Have another This is the last time we can meet" With her hair piled up high and a look in her eye That would turn any good man's blood to wine
more could they do? They piled on the pain But his soul's not there where it was supposed to be at For the last fifty years they've been searchin' for
buy us a new set of dishes Or wash the ones that have piled in the sink Nothing else to tell you, dear Except, each day seems like a year Every
Got a blank space where my mind should be Got a Clif Bar and some cold green tea Got clouds that seem to follow me Got strange demands piled up
another's back He piled them high Into a ten turtle stack Oh, Yertle the turtle "The things I now rule I'm king of a cow I'm king of a mule" Look
The crops are all in, the peaches are rotting The oranges piled in their creosote dumps They're flying us back to the mexican border To pay all our
a field Hoping to find some soil He dug and he dug and what do you think? Oil, oil, oil The money rolled in and I rolled out with a fortune piled so
There it stands way up high A million bodies piled to the sky Arms and legs, feet and hands Impossible to understand Countless heads, ears
muscle, man But on the under, I got that wonder, to stop that thunder That rumble in the side of your stomach, piled on water How do you want it, come
And all of the politicians makin' crazy sounds All the dead bodies piled up in mounds, yeah Wow, that heroin is in my blood And the blood is in my head
Cadillac red Her radio's loud and she's rollin' to the back beat Her best girlfriends are piled in the backseat She's puttin' her lipstick on Cause'
another's back He piled them high Into a ten turtle stack Oh, Yertle the turtle "The things I now rule I'm king of a cow I'm king of a mule" Look
Piled up to the sky, what a sulfurous smell Man, the ghouls on the beach, they were hotter than hell (Yeah, yeah, yeah) I popped the old man put
until I'm dead. Please don't leave me, baby Please don't leave me yet. Sitting in a box away from the world out there A world piled high with
and Celtics piled up Records hard to beat But good as they all seem to be They tasted of defeat No team has ever won 'em all And always stayed on top Except
the stock piled up, gun powder for the Rottweilers I was home with pops when the cops got him (paranoid) Voices in my head, tryna kill the noise They
A million kisses and I love yous Oh and I, I just close my eyes and see the sun setting on you Leaves piled on the ground Winter's coming on cold
A million kisses and I love yous Oh and I, I just close my eyes and see the sun setting on you Leaves piled on the ground Winter's coming on cold
would come knocking on those Tinted windows covered in steam, Floorboard piled up with t-shirts and jeans. You didn't know what you were doing to me, But
and I can't get enough Well I put on my sexy dress Hair piled on my head Painted my lips red I got a hot date tonight I step in my high shoes
the doors 'Cause we can't make it here anymore You see those pallets piled up on the loading dock They're just gonna sit there ?til they rot ?Cause there's
you cross me, you do better crossin' the border So much money piled up, I'm a motherfuckin' hoarder, uh Said your times up Put your signs up They
of dishes, or wash the ones that have piled in the sink. Nothing else to tell you, dear. Except, each day feels like a year. Every night I'm dreamin'
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