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band. Kill the band I was caught dreaming of wealth and. I was taught, was creeping in again They get ahead, you get so mad, why do you care? It's only money. Get out of bed, undo your head, think
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the years and the changes. And with the will of a train. Some have parted strangers. Some have stayed in the game And sooner or later. You've got a winning hand. Livin', livin' in the band. Oh
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. All I need is a pint a day. If I ever get out of here. If we ever get out of here Well, the rain exploded with a mighty crash. As we fell into the sun. And the first one said to the second one there
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charity. All I need is a pint a day. If I ever get out of here. . Well, the rain exploded with a mighty crash as we fell into the sun,. And the first one said to the second one there I hope you're
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charity. All I need is a pint a day. If I ever get out of here. . Well, the rain exploded with a mighty crash as we fell into the sun,. And the first one said to the second one there I hope you're
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swing. Strike up the band. There is work to be done, to be done. There are songs to be sung, to be sung. Hey, you son-of-a-, son-of-a-gun. Here's a plan. Come along, yea a bow. Get it on, let's go. Hey
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before he came Now everybody in the neighborhood. Seems to walk with a steady beat. By the rhythm of the guy. With the rock and roll banjo band The way he plays that thing. It makes my poor heart ring
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war--. That's just the bestest band what am, Honey Lamb!. Come on along (2x), let me take you by the hand. Up to the man (2x), who's the leader of the band,. And if you want to hear the Swanee River
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Song Turn Of The Century - Nitty Gritty Dirt Band. There'll be flying boats, and condos with moats. Cultivated oceans, floating cities in the sky. Living underneath a bubble, no more toil and
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See the soul singer in the session band. Shredded to ribbons beneath a microphone stand. Felt the quickness of pity like a flash in a pan. For the soul singer in the session band A red carpet
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your hearts must have the courage for the changing of the guards. . Peace will come. With tranquillity and splendor on the wheels of fire. But will bring us no reward when her false idols fall. And
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Let me step inside these shoes. Trip awhile of the blues. Pull these strings on my hands. Playin' time with the band. I'll tie you up in a ribbon of tune. And sing a song that will send you
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. Here's to the af of M. I wouldn't have made it without them, here's to the band!. Here's to the band!
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