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You call us heathens with zero respect for the law. We are only songwriters just writing our songs and that's all. We write what we live and we live what we write is that wrong. If you think it is
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songs. They're not easily won. You know the words just seem to live on. The thoughts are sacred. Though the sound is profane. But this and that you know they're. One and the same. One and the same
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wondered how it feels but then. I rarely dream of anyone. . In the songs of shame and the tales of dread. Where they seal the lovers' lips with lead. And all the vines wind through their eyes. But no
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women sing honky tonk songs? Why don't more women sing honky-tonk songs?. About the heartaches and the tough breaks. And the men that's done 'em wrong. There are others just like me that are hurtin' to
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songs to sing . Of the glory round the Fields of Anfield Road. Outside the Paisley Gates . I heard a Kopite calling . Paisley they have taken you away. . You led the great 11 . Back in Rome in 77 . And
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. The crowd gets restless, they drift away. Lately no one wants to hear me play. I tried to do the songs I use to do. Ah, but then I think of you. Nobody like sad songs, ones about goodbyes,. Songs about
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It's not the glow you feel. When snow appears. It's not the Christmas card. You've sent for years Not the joyful sound. When sleigh bells ring. Or the merry songs. Children sing The little gift
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friends. If I knew I might toss out my anchor. So I cruise along always searchin for songs. Not a lawyer a thief or a banker. . But a son of a son, son of a son. Son of a son of a sailor. Son of a
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friends. If I knew I might toss out my anchor. So I cruise along always searchin for songs. Not a lawyer a thief or a banker. . But a son of a son, son of a son. Son of a son of a sailor. Son of a
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Come, thou Fount of every blessing,. Tune my heart to sing thy grace;. Streams of mercy, never ceasing,. Call for songs of loudest praise. . Teach me ever to adore thee,. May I still thine
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Oh babe you are the one I love,. You are the one I'm thinking of. You know it's still a long long way,. But I'll be home at the end of the day. . I'll sing my songs just for you. And I'll bring
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Songs Like This. Carrie Underwood. Wanna find some boy, rip his heart right out. First man I see, gonna take him down. It ain't the Christian thing to do, they say. But someone, somewhere's gotta pay
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. All my favorite songs are slow and sad (all my favorite songs are sad). All my favorite people make me mad (so mad, so mad). Everything that feels so good is bad, bad, bad. All my favorite songs
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saw. Ten thousand people maybe more. People talking without speaking. People hearing without listening. People writing songs that voices never share. And no one dare. Disturb the sound of silence. "Fool
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saw. Ten thousand people maybe more. People talking without speaking. People hearing without listening. People writing songs that voices never share. And no one dare. Disturb the sound of silence. "Fool
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used to dance. And incidents arose from circumstance. One thing led to another, we were young. And we would scream together songs unsung. It was the heat of the moment. Telling me what my heart
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A vagabond dreamer, a rhymer and singer of songs. Singing to no one and nowhere to really belong. I met a beautiful lady, a pure Southern belle of the ball. Like Scarlet O'Hara loved no one but