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The art of keeping up disappearances. This is the art, the art of keeping up disappearances Verse. Erase the conclusion. Erase the conclusion. But never meant to clear up. Any of the confusion
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Song Match Box - Carl Perkins. Well I'm sitting here wondering, will a matchbox hold my clothes. Yeah I'm sitting here wondering, will a matchbox hold my clothes. I ain't got no matches, but I got a
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Art-hounds look like nothing. . So Art-hounds write something . And those that do are judged by those . Who tried and found they couldn't do. . Art-hounds see the Greek ideal . And gaze on
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Oh Lord my God when I in awesome wonder. Consider all the worlds Thy hands have made. Now I see the stars and I hear the rolling thunder. Thy art throughout the universe displayed Then sings my
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Oh Lord my God when I in awesome wonder. Consider all the worlds Thy hands have made. Now I see the stars and I hear the rolling thunder. Thy art throughout the universe displayed Then sings my
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Oh Lord, my God when I in awesome wonder. Consider all the worlds Thy hands have made. I see the stars, I hear the rolling thunder. Thy art throughout the universe displayed Then sings my soul my
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and a two-dollar bill. And I know a spot right over the hill. There's soda pop and the dancin's free, . So if you wanna have fun come along with me. Hey, good lookin', . Whatcha got cookin
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come. With shout of acclamation. To take me home. What joy shall fill my heart. Then I shall bow in humble adoration. And there proclaim my God how great thou art. Then sings my soul my savior God
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I'll never write my memoirs,. There's nothing in my book,. The only way you see me an art groupie,. I'm hooked. . Some people like to be used,. I've been used and amused,. But that's the way I
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Savior God, to Thee. How great Thou art, how great Thou art. Then sings my soul, my Savior God, to Thee. How great Thou art, how great Thou art!. Then sings my soul, my Savior God, to Thee. How great Thou
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BILL WHEN ARE YOU COMING BACK. 1970 Jobete Music Corporation. Written by Pam Sawyer. As performed by The Supremes from the Motown Lp RIGHT ON Every morning waiting for the mailman to come. But
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Falling through at the seams. Living life in a dream. Even smiles make a lie. And I smile all the time I'm skilled at the art. Of falling apart. It's the holding together. Together forever I'm
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God to Thee. How great Thou art, how great Thou art?. Then sings my soul my Saviour God to Thee. How great Thou art, how great Thou art? Oh, and when I think that God, his Son not sparing. Sent Him
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Don't mess with Bill. Don't mess with Bill. Don't mess with Bill. Don't mess with Bill Now I know he's the guy who put tears in my eyes. A thousand times or more. Oh, but ev'rytime he would
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Well, the whole town listened to the radio. For the Smiling Bill McCall Show. Everyone in Nashville. Was listenin' to Bill I don't want to be layin' in bed. When they pronounce me dead He'd stand
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Well, the whole town listened to the radio. For the Smiling Bill McCall Show. Everyone in Nashville. Was listenin' to Bill I don't want to be layin' in bed. When they pronounce me dead He'd stand
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