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thoughts were big but their feelings small. . I put the dog out for you. Travelled beneath wards for you. Down where it's rumbling. Suburbs left crumbling. Here's where the fun begins. It's true. But
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late to a worryin' mother. She meets me in Piccadilly A begging folk singer stands tall by the entrance. His song relays worlds of most good intentions. A fiver a ten P in his hat for collection She
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Walking in the rain. Picking up on the reasons. That we had Piccadilly Lane. London town. And the cobblestones are all black But Ive been here before. And I never could knock on your door. No
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Song Sawing On The Strings - Alison Krauss. Way back in the mountains. Way back in the hills. There used to live a mountaineer. They called him fiddlin' Will He could play 'most anything. And
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. Something inside of me started a symphony. ***! Went the strings of my heart 'Twas like a breath of spring, I heard a robin sing. About a nest set apart. All nature seemed to be in perfect harmony. ***
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I've got no strings. To hold me down. To make me fret, or make me frown. I had strings. But now I'm free. There are no strings on me. Hi-ho the me-ri-o. That's the only way to go. I want the
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start. Something inside of me started a symphony. ***! Went the strings of my heart 'Twas like a breath of spring, heard a robin sing. About a nest set apart. All nature seemed to be in perfect
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start. Something inside of me started a symphony. ***! Went the strings of my heart 'Twas like a breath of spring, heard a robin sing. About a nest set apart. All nature seemed to be in perfect
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I can't imagine a symphony, without strings. And what good are tennis shoes, without strings. One without the other just can't be complete. What about us, what about you and me Without strings
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heroin. . Better real live bleeding fingers. Broken guitar strings. . I climbed all the way inside. Your tragedy. I got behind. The majesty. . Of the different shapes. In every note. The
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Dear, when you smiled at me, I heard a melody. It haunted me from the start. Something inside of me started a symphony. ***! went the strings of my heart. . Was like a breath of spring, I heard
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words. All the strings attached girl. All the strings attached girl. Oh, yeah. Met this girl when I was 3 years old. We were holding hands tight so I'm told. And it felt like an eternity. Said it
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. Live your life inside a paper can. But you'll never get to pick and choose. She's bought you and sold you. There ain't no shoe strings on Louise Come on down, come on down from the ladder. Henry, get
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bleeding fingers. And broken guitar strings I climbed all the way inside. Your tragedy. I got behind. The majesty Of the different shapes. In every note. The endless tapes. Of every word you wrote
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Who's come to slay the dragon. Come to watch him fall?. Making arrows out of pointed words. Giant killers at the call? Too much fuss and bother. Too much contradiction and confusion. Peel away
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late to a worryin' mother. She meets me in Piccadilly A begging folk singer stands tall by the entrance. His song relays worlds of most good intentions. A fiver a ten P in his hat for collection She
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late to a worryin' mother. She meets me in Piccadilly A begging folk singer stands tall by the entrance. His song relays worlds of most good intentions. A fiver a ten P in his hat for collection She
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with battle orders writ in red. In five long years of bullets and shells, we left ten million dead. The few returned to old Piccadilly. We limped around Leicester Square. The world was busy
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