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rideumeun junbi doen frying pan . Bass wa treble momeul dalgwobwa. Deohagi gophagi heungeul baegasikyeo modu gachi oh. Nunchi kochi bojimalgo heundeureo . Get on the floor shake that brass. Ganji naneun rama
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lies beside my bed. But the sun comes up without her, it doesn't know she's gone. And it remembers nothing that she said Brass buttons, green silks and silver shoes. Warm evenings, pale mornings
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. My love is loud. A thunder cloud. A mother searching in a crowd. My love is fast. As burnished brass. A serpent hiding in the grass. I am the storm at summer's end. Watch the willows mourn. Watch
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march. The cracked brass bells will ring. To summon back the fire witch. To the court of the crimson king. The gardener plants an evergreen. Whilst trampling on a flower. I chase the wind of a prism ship
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. The tears go un-cried In the box, doin' time, now that I'm grown. Abandoned childhood toys. But still what danger have I retained?. To *** the brass ring And go in for the kill and covet the goods
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. Familiar words at the top of the hour. The jamming city increases its hum, and those. Terrible words continue to come. Through brass music of government, hear those. Guns tattoo a roll on the drums No
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. Before the parade passes by Look at the crowd up ahead. Listen and heard that brass harmony growing. Look at the crowd up ahead. Pardon me if my old spirits showing. All of those lights over there
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Oh if you could see me now. (Oh if you could see me now). It was February fourteen, Valentine's Day. The roses came, but they took you away. Tattooed on my arm is a charm to disarm all the harm
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If I had a perfect day. I would have it start this way. Open up the fridge and have a tall boy yeah. Then I'd meet up with my friends. Head out to the game again. We don't even really even care
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grown. Abandoned childhood toys. But still what danger. Have I retained. To *** the brass ring. To go in for the kill. And covet the good you know 'dem got for. Murder. . It's just another guest
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Amazing grace, how sweet the sound. That saved a wretch like me. I once was lost but now am found. Was blind but now I see
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, lay across my big brass bed. Stay, lady, stay, stay with your man awhile. Until the break of day, let me see you make him smile. His clothes are dirty but his hands are clean. And you're the best
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, a terrible thing like a * pig grabbing at a brass ring. Gimme mine! Got mine! Constant pain with a shotgun remove your brain. Don't care a * about the flavor of the month Soup of the day.
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, a terrible thing like a * pig grabbing at a brass ring. Gimme mine! Got mine! Constant pain with a shotgun remove your brain. Don't care a * about the flavor of the month Soup of the day.
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the harp. The plaice play the bass. And they soundin' sharp. The bass play the brass. The chub play the tub. The fluke is the duke of soul. (Yeah). The ray he can play. The lings on the strings
