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Song Oh, Mama, Come Home - Jakob Dylan. Now I woke up this morning and I looked all 'round. 'Cause then I realized she'd left this town. Oh mama, come home, oh mama, come home. Oh mama, come home
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twilight's had them fooled Yonder come, yonder come. Yonder come the blues. Now, clap your hands. Baby, stomp your boots. Yonder come the blues My feet are planted in the waist-high reeds. In the shadows
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rails. On high seas not fit to be sailed Whatever we've taken does feel like heaven. But baby, we just look like hell. Now act like you mean it where paradise was. In the valley of the low, low sun
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I was born in the summer of Sam. Smaller and sooner than planned. Oh, in the spitting image of a man. Raised by wolves on the fat of the land Clear of romance, beauty and damned. Tomorrow will
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You're old enough to know well. The better things are all uphill. Bitter songs are never sung. In the highlands where you belong In the smoke of cannons below. Men, they bury each other in rows
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back down. Than the high ground. It ain't milk and honey. We're moving 'round Only one thing is certain. And that's everybody. Everybody's hurting Now we come from the country. Where the rain
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back down. Than the high ground. It ain't milk and honey. We're moving 'round Only one thing is certain. And that's everybody. Everybody's hurting Now we come from the country. Where the rain
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I been working double shift all night. Bees make honey, I'm making mine. Good men are busy all the time. I been working double shift all night My line of work suits me fine. Split that apple and
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Blackbird sitting on an open gate. Old camel now walking the plains. West wind blowing in waist high weed. A-sideways of the rain A bloodhound spent. Can't get no trail. Ain't no sign of man
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Gentlemen where have we been. Can't find the hole where we got in. We ain't have no letters since spring. Gentlemen where have we been We ain't going nowhere now. I'll let this bottle make its
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Gentlemen where have we been. Can't find the hole where we got in. We ain't have no letters since spring. Gentlemen where have we been We ain't going nowhere now. I'll let this bottle make its
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got much on my mind. I ain't got much on my mind 'Cause I know. Something good this way comes Now watching the streets filling up. Watching the streets filling up. In the shade of the summer sun
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. This naughty world is due for a good deed. Give me your poor tired huddled masses. Bring me the head of a mule and my glasses Sing that lonesome high melody. Rumble young men. But hobble behind me
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I'm worried 'bout you baby down in your rabbit hole. The evening of our great escape is starting to unfold. Out of bed, sleepy head it's different than you know. Everybody pays as they go Now pull
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Down from the mountain out walking the flood. I see the future in this setting sun. Unfolded gardens uncover the earth as it was. Filled with canteens and tear gas. From this last voyage of us
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Left turn off a county road. Weather vane is to the north. In the shade of sycamore. Is the house where you were born In the cotton field below. Where tall and mighty, brick and stone. But don't
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Let's make this fleeting moment last forever. So, tell me what you're waiting for?. I'm gonna keep it frozen here forever,. There's no regretting anymore. It's worth the wait, even so far away. I'm
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Let's make this fleeting moment last forever. So, tell me what you're waiting for?. I'm gonna keep it frozen here forever,. There's no regretting anymore. It's worth the wait, even so far away. I'm
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In which direction are we going?. How many runaways are we stowing?. Over the black sea with your arms around me. In whose honor have we gone missing? I am too hungry to imagine. A different
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I was schooled in the tyranny of nature's plans. Dressed in thunder a cloud came around. Oh, in the shape of a lion a hand came down Now, damn this valley and damn this cold. Well, take so long to
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It doesn't always have a shape. Almost never does it have a name. It maybe has a pitchfork, maybe has a tail. But evil is alive and well It might walk upright from out of the inferno. Maybe
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It doesn't always have a shape. Almost never does it have a name. It maybe has a pitchfork, maybe has a tail. But evil is alive and well It might walk upright from out of the inferno. Maybe
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You're gonna say, "I told you so". I never should have let you go. Now, ain't it funny then here we are. The two of us in two different bars When separate gauges dancing slow. We ain't got nobody
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Bài hát Too Good At Goodbyes - Sofia Karlberg. You must think that I'm stupid. You must think that I'm a fool. You must think that I'm new to this. But I have seen this all before. I'm never gonna
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When Karl Marx was a boy. He took a hard look around. He saw people were starving all over the place. While others were painting the town. The public spirited boy. Became a public spirited man
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. Are you gonna wait for me. Are you gonna wait for me wait for me now. Pre-Chorus. Give me hope!. It’s everything I need drive whitin these four walls. Give me hope!. No, I don't wanna leave. The place I
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