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have any love towards her Next time I'll make sure that the girl'll be much poorer High and dry oh, what a way to go She left me standing here just
was more poorer than you are I don't got that bad of a mouth, do I? Fuck, shit, ass, bitch, cunt, shooby-de-doo-wop (oops) Skibbedy-be-bop,
vanity And that's why, the rich ones shall be richer And the poor ones shall be poorer That's how it goes, that's where it's at You must first see
one will cherish the key to your heart And a bad one, a key to your door A good one will love you for richer or poorer But that makes the bad even
have any love towards her Next time I'll make sure that the girl'll be much poorer High and dry oh, what a way to go She left me standing here just
cause her heartaches and don't bring her shame Share with her in poverty with her in wealth For richer for poorer through sickness and health All these
The third strange town that I was In was settled peaceful and nice The rich got richer and the poor got poorer And to me it didn't seem right So I washed my
know he'd be a poorer man if he never saw an eagle fly Rocky Mountain high Colorado Rocky Mountain high I've seen it rainin' fire in the sky
da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da Sufferin' in the land The rich get richer and the poor get poorer Sufferin' in the land Everything's gettin' higher
of freedom And human rights Means bullying and private wars and chucking all the dust into our eyes And peasant people Poorer than dirt Who are caught in
measure of my worth In your pomp and all your glory you're a poorer man than me As you lick the boots of death born out of fear When I was young
blood from my hand" I believe there's got to be some retribution I believe there's got to be some retribution I believe we are all the poorer for it
the poorer for it now Visit me, visit me Visit me, visit me Visit me, why didn't you visit me visit me, why didn't you visit me Visit me, visit me
the honest measure of my worth. In your pomp and all your glory you're a poorer man than me, As you lick the boots of death born out of fear. I don't
of strangers In the quiet of the railway station Running scared Laying low, seeking out the poorer quarters Where the ragged people go Looking for
TONY: (Spoken) I, Anton, take thee, Maria . . . MARIA: (Spoken) I, Maria, take thee, Anton . . . TONY: For richer, for poorer . . . MARIA: In
what it's like to shed a tear I'll be the same through all that we go through I promise you I promise you I promise you for richer or for poorer
da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da Sufferin' in the land The rich get richer and the poor get poorer Sufferin' in the land Everything's gettin' higher
And I can count (1,2,3) Plus I make great peanut butter & jelly sandwiches Van Helsing (Ohh, oh-ohh) For richer or poorer Through sickness and in
of strangers In the quiet of the railway station Running scared Laying low Seeking out the poorer quarters Where the ragged people go Looking for
Dukes (ooh, ooh) Poorer than that bitch, but she fall through (ooh, ooh) Makin' ends meet (ooh, ooh), daddy deadbeat (ooh, ooh) Had to steal for a meal
Jesse James was a man And he killed many men He robbed the Glendale train And he took from the richer And he gave that to the poorer He'd a hand
the answer lies elsewhere All I know is I must leave her Or she'll be the death of me Put my trust in poorer places Let the queen of cities be El Dorado,
of strangers In the quiet of the railway station Running scared Laying low Seeking out the poorer quarters Where the ragged people go Looking for
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