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Buffalo, buffalo, buffalo Buffalo gal. You've had your fun. Your button's undone. And the time's right for slaughter. Buffalo gal. You're thirsty and there's no more water. Like the lamb on the
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,. In case you're thinking of staying. Buffalo ghosts, hurtle slow on blue. The journey makes me taller. The journey brings me you. Buffalo ghosts, hurtle slow on blue. The journey makes me taller
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. Dub-dub-dub, ba-ba-ba-ba, ba-ba-ba-ba First buffalo gal go around the outside. 'Round the outside, 'round the outside. (You know it). Two buffalo gals go around the outside 'Round the outside, 'round
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. Dub-dub-dub, ba-ba-ba-ba, ba-ba-ba-ba First buffalo gal go around the outside. 'Round the outside, 'round the outside. (You know it). Two buffalo gals go around the outside 'Round the outside, 'round
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Alright, well, listen everybody. To what I got to say. There's hope for tomorrow. If we wake up today Well, it happened long ago. In the new magic land. The Indians and the buffalo. They
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Buffalo {repeat 16 times}. . Buffalo gal,. You've had your fun. Your button's undone. And the time's right for slaughter. Buffalo gal. You're thirsty and there's no more water. Like the lamb
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Where'd you go baby buffalo?. What's become of old cotton eyed joe?. Hold up, lying low. Long gone coma a summertime snow Talk to your doctor. Making her rounds. Ninety-six tear. One thousand clowns
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"din morsa är så fet" ända tills jag förstod. att morsan var död, välkommen till buffalo blues. för det handlar om rätt val svenne. kalla det för bäst av, pepp-talk, pepp-talk. morsan sa alltid backa
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Yeah, you know I look like a woman. But I cut like a buffalo. Stand up like a tower, tall. Then I fall just like a domino Yes, well, you can give me if you want to, aye. Do whatever makes you
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. With no place to call your own Mixing up drinks with mixed feelings. All along the paint was peeling. Down to an Indian blanket on a pony. With no rider in the flesh and bone. Looking for his buffalo
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Bài hát Bird On The Buffalo - Angus Stone. So convince the others of the change in the wind. The watchtower man turned and whispered me some things. He said we don't sleep stuck in the dream. Shot my
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his buffalo river home. . I've been circling the wagons down at times square. Trying to fi'll up this hole in my soul but nothing fits there. Hust when you think you can let it rip. You're pounding
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Buffalo, buffalo, buffalo Buffalo gal. You've had your fun. Your button's undone. And the time's right for slaughter. Buffalo gal. You're thirsty and there's no more water. Like the lamb on the
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. With no place to call your own Mixing up drinks with mixed feelings. All along the paint was peeling. Down to an Indian blanket on a pony. With no rider in the flesh and bone. Looking for his buffalo
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