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to the things they say. And I don't want to be like them today. I know it's useless, dumb and it's crass. But I guess I'm just a real outcast Then it hits me, yeah, it hits me. I gotta just get
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toy. It'll blow your head in two, oh boy. Truth hits everybody. Truth hits everyone. Truth hits everybody. Truth hits everyone. Truth hits everybody. Truth hits everyone I thought about it and my
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beaches of holiday time. Suddenly someone has pulled out a gun. His shout for attention had everyone stunned. Hands on our heads, there's a new kind of fear. We're over a barrel with the hits of the
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Sweet thing, I watch you. Burn so fast it scares me. Mind games don't leave me. Come so far, don't lose me. It matters where you are As the sun hits, she'll be waiting. With the coffins under
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bake me her favorite cake. . Ten thousand dollar reward. For the first the one that finds her. When I get my hands on her, y'all. I'm gonna just chain and bound her. . Somebody direct Me
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that *. Got my (It's the Ziggins) greatest hits. Got my (It's the Ziggins) greatest hits. Is this band making money? I don't know. It's the writing on the wall. All my friends drink alcahol. I'm
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Yeah. Yo, let's bring it What you gonna do when * hits the fan?. Are you gonna stand and fight like a man?. Will you be as hard as you say you are?. Or you gonna run and go get your bodyguard
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Song One Of The Guys(Greatest Hits Version) - Terri Clark. Hood up, bent over that carborator. I skinned my knuckle. Damn that hurt. Got a 6 pack chillin' on ice for later. And grease all over my
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song on a new set of speakers. My best old jeans and my broke in sneakers. A home run pitch floating right down the middle. The sweet music made when the bow hits the fiddle She's right on the money
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song on a new set of speakers. My best old jeans and my broke in sneakers. A home run pitch floating right down the middle. The sweet music made when the bow hits the fiddle She's right on the money
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Song Medley Of Buddy Holly Hits - Waylon Jennings, The Crickets. Well All Right. Well all right, so I'm bein' foolish. Well all right let people know. About the dreams and wishes you wish. And the
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. Catastrophic blues, movin' on was always easy for me to do. It hits different, it hits different 'cause it's you. 'Cause it's you. I used to switch out these Kens, I'd just ghost. Rip the Band-Aid off and skip
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off. Blue is bashful. Green is my goal. Yellow girls are running backwards. Until the nextime. With six hits of sunshine. The lights will blind up with blues in haiku. The shadow has a dream
