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Take off my nothing inside. take off my nothing inside. green green green green. temple . green, your simple guide. bubble back in young beat. glad . their rights. and this the. far and. the
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Way down in Bowling Green. Prettiest girls you've ever seen. A man in Kentucky sure is lucky. To love down in Bowling Green Bowling Green folks treat you kind. They let you think your own mind
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to touch the green, green grass of home Yes, they'll all come to meet me. Arms reaching, smiling sweetly. It's good to touch the green, green grass of home The old house is still standing. Though
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good to touch the green, green grass of home The old house is still standing. Though the paint is cracked and dry. And there's that old oak tree that I used to play on Down the lane I walk with my
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good to touch the green, green grass of home Yes, they've all come to meet me, arms a-reached smiling sweetly. It's so good to touch the green, green grass of home The old house is still standing
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the ground green, green, keep it clean. stick all your money up your money machine. green green perfect scene. oh it's very very nice here. but i wouldn't wanna live here you got your blazing red
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Rusty green summers almost gone. I see winds clouding up the sun. And I cant find my way. Everythings gray Rusty green eyes on my mind. Memories someplace out of time. All the things we would do
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good to touch the green, green grass of home. Yes, they'll all come to meet me, arms reaching, smiling sweetly. It's good to touch the green, green grass of home. The old house is still standing tho
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I kneel before the green light. Of her singing crayon eyes. And then I kiss her stomach. And it's then I realize Her light is the night. I'm not blind, I believe in you I see a green light. I
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refrain for a boy in Fiddler's Green His tiny, knotted heart, well I guess it never worked too good. A timber tore apart and the water gorged the wood. You can hear her whispered prayer for men at mass
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Verse 1. Looking out at forests painted green. We could barely see. From way up top the willow tree. Shaking branches, old familiar breeze. Was only you and me. In our own world covered in green
