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an outlaw, killer and a thief. And I slow down only to sow my grief I'm Outlaw Pete!. I'm Outlaw Pete!. Can you hear me? He cut his trail of tears across the countryside. And where he went, women
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an outlaw, killer and a thief. And I slow down only to sow my grief I'm Outlaw Pete!. I'm Outlaw Pete!. Can you hear me? He cut his trail of tears across the countryside. And where he went, women
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Well, Northern Georgia, highway 41. Beside the carpet mills and the gas stations. There was a music store slash radio shack. With the sound of dreamers jammin' in the back Well, we rocked all
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(Pete). If I see you put that on the wall. I'll smack you. (little girl in background). I'm not I'm not. (Pete). You got a mischief look in your eye
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Song Halifax - Pete Yorn. Terrorize the ones you love the most. Take a while to get back from your ghost. It's a miracle you ever left that home. Got something for nothing. Yeah you want to be alone
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It's a long way to tipperary. It's a long way to go. . I say, I say, I say, I say. etc. Chicken noises by Pete
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stones. Dig it for the metal and dig it for the bones. Dig it Dig it deep down, deep, deep down. Deep down, down, down, down. Down, down, down, down Dig it down deep, dig it out wide. Dig it for a
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Song Red Right Hand (From the Motion Picture Hellboy) - Pete Yorn. Take a litle walk to the edge of town. Go across the tracks. Where the viaduct looms,. like a bird of doom. As it shifts and cracks
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. Like a painted fever in recoil. Like a lie without the pain On a pillow of your bones. I will lay across the stones of your shore. Until the tide comes crawling. Throw my pillow on the fire. Make my
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Bài hát Turn Of The Century (Live "Bootleg" Version) - Pete Yorn. Saw my reflection, covered in glass. How it reminds me of you. Broken like a vision, an unfinished season. Terror had struck me, but
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Bài hát I Don't Know What To Do - Pete Yorn, Scarlett Johansson. I don't want you coming here. No way, no way. I can't have you staying here. No way, no way. Every time I am reminded. Of the good
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The river is always flowing. Relentless towards the coastal tides. It travels down to the great oceans. While most of us simply watch from the water side The water becomes Siddhartha's teacher
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The river is always flowing. Relentless towards the coastal tides. It travels down to the great oceans. While most of us simply watch from the water side The water becomes Siddhartha's teacher
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river. We're polluted now. But in our hearts still clean The sea refuses no river. We tried not to age. But time had it's rage. We're washed over the stones From babies into clones of the mean. The
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pride. Dig it for treasure. Dig it for stones. Dig it for the metal. And dig it for the bones. . (Dig it). . Dig it down deep. Dig it out wide. Dig it for pleasure. Dig it for pride. Dig it
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Oh, oh. Oh, oh. I miss you, I miss you. I remember lying by your side. Up in the eerie waters of paradise. 'N then one day you walked out. Now I have nothing to do but shout And I want my voice
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Oh, oh. Oh, oh. I miss you, I miss you. I remember lying by your side. Up in the eerie waters of paradise. 'N then one day you walked out. Now I have nothing to do but shout And I want my voice
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, mother?. Can you see the real me, can you see the real me? Can you see the real me, can ya?. Can you see the real me, can you see? The cracks between the paving stones. Look like rivers of flowing veins
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, mother?. Can you see the real me, can you see the real me? Can you see the real me, can ya?. Can you see the real me, can you see? The cracks between the paving stones. Look like rivers of flowing veins
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the coat. Don't let go the coat. Don't let go the coat. Don't let go the coat I seen you alone on a Tuesday morning. Everyone but me seems to still be yawning. I can write a letter, have no nerve
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Old Peter Minuet had nothing to lose. When he bought the Isle of Manhattan. For twenty-six dollars and a bottle of booze. And they threw in The Bronx and Staten Pete thought that he had the best
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other girl in town. Looking like a pair of clowns clowns clowns. Remember all the things that you and I did first?. And now you're doing them with her. Remember all the things that you and I did first
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Mister Marvin middle class is really in a stew. Wondrin' what the younger generations coming to. And the taste of his martini doesn't please his bitter tongue. Blame it on the rolling stones Blame
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Walk me out by the water's edge. Oh, my brother. I'm coming down. We are you. We are almost there. And the man keeps coming 'round. I don't know who was right. Or what they saw in you that
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Looked under chairs. Looked under tables. Tried to find the key. To fifty million fables They call me, The Seeker. I've been searching low and high. I won't find what I'm after. 'Til the day I
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. and she want me to cum all over her damn face. I never understood planned parenthood. cause I never met nobody plan to be a parent in the hood. taking refills of that plan B pill. another shorty
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Throwing stones into the river. Watching ripples splashing over. Wadding the bank where horses are grazing. Reflection shatter quite amazing But soon I quietly ask, is this the way for me?. I
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Throwing stones into the river. Watching ripples splashing over. Wadding the bank where horses are grazing. Reflection shatter quite amazing But soon I quietly ask, is this the way for me?. I
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Mister Marvin Middle Class is really in a stew. Wond'rin' what the younger generation's coming to. And the taste of his martini doesn't please his bitter tongue. Blame it on the Rolling Stones
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feet are flat, and my asthma's. getting worse. O think of my career, my sweetheart dear, and my poor old. invalid aunt. Besides, I ain't no fool, I'm a goin' to school, and I'm. working in a defense
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what happens after the fire. And then the sound of a breaking window and the scream of a tire. And then the sound of Brixton gun and the scream of a child. The night is hot. But nothing's going to
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what happens after the fire. And then the sound of a breaking window and the scream of a tire. And then the sound of Brixton gun and the scream of a child. The night is hot. But nothing's going to
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Song Thinking Of You - Pete Yorn. I keep thinking of you, you're on my mind. For the fifty seven thousandth time this morning. I keep seeing you in sheets of white. I can't change anything, I can't
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liv'd I'd have been brave. But now I droop my youthful head. And when our bones do moulder, . And weeping-willows o'er us grow, . It's deeds to bold Napoleon. Will stain the bonny Bunch of Roses, O. "
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When you're feeling low. Try a day of silence. Take things very slow. Listen to the wireless Never speak a sound. Sit up on the hedgerow. Watch the world go round. Peace will let your mind go
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I used to wake up in the morning. I always feel so bad. I got so sick of having sleepless nights. I went and told my dad He said, "Son, now here's some little something". And stuck them on my
