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Hey Laura it's me sorry but I had to rang your doorbell so late. But there's something bothering me I really am sorry but it just couldn't wait. Is there someone else instead of me go ahead and lie
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Somebody told me,. "Get over it. ". It's like water under bridges. That have already burned. They say,. "It gets better,. It gets easier. ". The memories start to fade,. And sad songs that alw
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I feel just like a kite. But one without a string. One that is floating around. I don't know what tomorrow with bring. I feel just like a bird. But one without a home. One that is floating. Ful
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Wolf cry The night has fallen. You have soaked your see-through silken gown with tears. Your love was all in. And he mistook your come stay call for come quick dear. You need me near. You need me
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I feel just like a kite. But one without a string. One that is floating around. I don't know what tomorrow with bring. I feel just like a bird. But one without a home. One that is floating. Ful
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song Hey Porter - Johnny Cash. Hey porter, hey porter would you tell me the time?. How much longer will it be till we cross that Mason Dixon line?. At daylight would ya tell that engineer to slow
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song Hey Porter - Johnny Cash. Hey porter, hey porter would you tell me the time?. How much longer will it be till we cross that Mason Dixon line?. At daylight would ya tell that engineer to slow
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VERSE 1 Brown Grass. On the other side. Nothing but brown grass. Now I'm open wide. To the truth I left behind. A love so hard to find. Now I find myself falling down on brown grass. Now I find
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I do not agree, this is not for me. No, musical genocide. I will not commit, nor will I submit. To, musical genocide. This is not for me, I wont let it be. No, musical genocide. Give me a blues
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Un re-route the rivers. Let the dammed water be. There's some people down the way that's thirsty. So let the liquid spirit free The people are thirsty. 'Cause of man's unnatural hand. Watch what
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VERSE 1 Brown Grass. On the other side. Nothing but brown grass. Now I'm open wide. To the truth I left behind. A love so hard to find. Now I find myself falling down on brown grass. Now I find
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I do not agree, this is not for me. No, musical genocide. I will not commit, nor will I submit. To, musical genocide. This is not for me, I wont let it be. No, musical genocide. Give me a blues
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