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together. Do anything you want with me. Do anything you want Stereotomy. We can make it forever. Do anything you want with me. Do anything you want Starlight beams project me. In red, blue and green
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Should never have left the crystal lake Should never have left the crystal lake. For parties full of folks who flake. Italian leather winter games. Retired by the duraflames The crystal lake it
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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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He had a reason to get back to Lake Charles. He used to talk about it, he'd just go on and on. He always said Louisiana was where he felt at home He was born in Nacogdoches. That's in East Texas
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An arm clothed in white Samite. From out the quiet water. I am the lady of the lake. Come take my sword wear it by your side
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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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. Past the guards to the forest. So quiet in her still reflection. Drawing them down, drawing them down to the lake. To the centre of her attention Steal the moon tonight. Before the morning. Steal
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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
