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world. I, I want a name when I lose. They call Alabama, "The Crimson Tide". (Aah). Call me Deacon Blues. (Deacon Blues) My back to the wall. A victim of laughing chance. This is for me. The
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Down in the streets, they're walking and kissing. All he sees are the lights in her eyes. She feels his hands and smells his warm breath. Looking up, all she sees is the night sky He saw her standi
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Down in the streets they're walking and kissing. All he sees is the lights in her her eyes. She feels his hand and smells his warm breath. Looking up all she sees is the night sky. . He saw her s
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You sigh and you walk. You talk, you care about nothing. And sometimes you're feelin'. That life has treated you wrong I've got a feeling, that you know what the score is, baby. But it's hard when
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There's a man I meet, walks up our street. He's a worker for the council, has been twenty years. And he takes no lip off nobody and litter off the gutter. Puts it in a bag and never thinks to mutte
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Now everyone's singing. How baby's in black. She got Holy Rocker. Mad Dog he called Ronnie. Say here come old flat top. Come moving up slowly. And she got a smile. I can feel in my hip pocket A
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Faifley had a black cloud around it. There was nobody there and someone had stole the chimneys. Fifteen dogs ran up the street. Looking for the Hepatitis Hospital. And a cat with a bread poultice
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It's a rain dirt town, job hurts, but it don't pay. All these calls they're making been driving you insane. Don't you see, don't you understand? Waiting for the phone to ring, to make me all I am.
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I now describe my country. As if to strangers. This train is full of songs. Of local winners. And the wind surrounds the towers. And the flags they are blowing. And the bunting and the distance.
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It's good to know how big a life can be. Especially when it falls away so easily. And how hard it is to let you take your leave. Also I wish you all the things that you believe in. Like riches. N
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Offered her a roof. The rain had made it shine. Offered her a song. Wasn't really mine I showed her all my things. She offered me belongings. She thought I was a ragman She offered me possessions
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Offered her a roof. The rain had made it shine. Offered her a song. Wasn't really mine. I showed her all my things. She offered me belongings. She thought I was a ragman. She offered me possess
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I think the whole world should look good. That's important to me. Everyone should look good. And when they die they should die with their boots on. And their hearts on fire When I die they'll cry.
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