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Song Five Feet High And Rising(Live At The Paramount Theatre, Nj/1990) - Johnny Cash. How high's the water, mama?. Two feet high and risin'. How high's the water, papa?. She said it's two feet high
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the storms and the rain. Like a crumpled, empty, discarded. Newports box. Ahh, under the blue sky. Ahh, sky high. Ahh. Pawn shop billboard. "We Buy Gold". Old dreams just fade and twist. It's a
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type of people. That never say what you don't wanna hear. So they just stay quiet. Oh, everybody loves a show. Lights on, they all go home. You won't let anybody close. That high five is all you got. Ooh
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Song Five Feet High And Rising . Singer Johnny Cash. How high's the water, mama?. Two feet high and risin'. How high's the water, papa?. She said it's two feet high and risin' We can make it to
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. Through the storms and the rain. Like a crumpled, empty, discarded. Newports box. . Ahh, under the blue sky. Ahh, sky high. Ahh. . Pawn shop billboard. "We Buy Gold". Old dreams just fade and
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you. Make love, make love, make love to you. One, two, three, four, five miles high At the Mile High Club Animal pairs is the game they play. Flying, flying, flying all the way. This one's for you
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you. Make love, make love, make love to you. One, two, three, four, five miles high At the Mile High Club Animal pairs is the game they play. Flying, flying, flying all the way. This one's for you
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High. Hip hip hip high. High. High. High. Wow. High. Hip hip hip high. High. Hip hip hip high. (High). Hip hip hip. High. High. High. High. Yo. High. High. Wow. High. High. Hip hip hip. High
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You don't need your. Name in bright lights. You're a rock star. And some tin foil. With a glass pipe. Is your guitar-now yes it is. Little Angela. Suffers delusions. From these high times
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My, my, oh my. Gonna ride. So high Got one life. And it's mine to live. Ain't gonna make it. Workin' nine to five. Just to stay alive Got no fins. For to swim in the sea. Got no wings to fly
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Just five minutes to your house. It took five hours to say goodbye. Five weeks to wonder why. And five months of just rain I had a path. That led me home. It gathered no moss. But now I'm alone
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and shout. Tell me who do the critics rave about. Five guys named moe. . They came out of nowhere. But that don't mean a thing. They rate high and you'll know why. When you hear them sing
