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trails to you until we meet again!. . Happy birthday, john, from the full tilt band!!. . What'd I say ?. . You wrote another song. . No, it's this song. . I'd like to do it. . Are you ready
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. Lovers of the stars will watch my trails. Lonely in their, lonely, lonely, lonely. Lonely, lonely, lonely. Me, I'm raising, raising the smile. . Lovers of the stars. Will see my trails. Lonely in
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Pennies in a stream,. Falling leaves, a sycamore. Moonlight in Vermont. . Icy finger waves,. Ski trails down a mountain side. Snowlight in Vermont. . Telegraph cables, that sing down the
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Pennies in a stream. Falling leaves, a sycamore. Moonlight in Vermont. . Icy finger-waves. Ski trails on a mountainside. Snowlight in Vermont. . Telegraph cables, they sing down the highway
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and the coming down, am I sane?. I don't know. When the teacher put the ruler down on my hand. I laugh!. Cross my heart and hide reliever in trails of blood,. I love?!?. . I don't know anything
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Follow trails of you to here. Every mile takes you my way. Rolling faster if we can. Roll. Tables turnin all the time. I'm the dog at your feet. Out of sight and out of time. Yours. You're
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. And paced the trails of sin. . Your gaze covered with virgin snow. Rigid features. It's the shallow deeds whose to blame. Deafening shrieks pierced the night. . A step from oblivion. Moving into
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has been ransacked. Ski trails in the hall. A chicken has been dhansaked. And thrown against the wall. In walks this dumb waiter. With a fountain pen and pad. Saying how do you want this alligator. The
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"I lost the last of my hope on that night. When the morning never came. Staring in the eye of all those ghosts of loss. And like the plague it crushed me. On the eve of a new moon". . I'm made
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. And paced the trails of sin. . Your gaze covered with virgin snow. Rigid features. It's the shallow deeds whose to blame. Deafening shrieks pierced the night. . A step from oblivion. Moving into
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endless nights. I've learned her ways. There open wounds and bleeding scars. Led me to her burning trails. . I've been watching her silent sleep. Catching names through her sleep. . The truth that
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. Trails of blood during my stride. I just discovered that. the ponies were defeated. by something really strong. it seemed very weird and wrong. it just doesn't belong. like it came out of this world. I've
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colors of the wind?. Can you paint with all the colors of the wind?. Come run the hidden pine trails of the forest. Come taste the sunsweet berries of the Earth. Come roll in all the riches all around you
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colors of the wind? . Can you paint with all the colors of the wind? . Come run the hidden pine trails of the forest. Come taste the sun-sweet berries of the earth. Come roll in all the riches all around
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wind? . Can you paint with all the colors of the wind? . Come run the hidden pine trails of the forest. Come taste the sun-sweet berries of the earth. Come roll in all the riches all around you. And for
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? . Can you paint with all the colors of the wind?. Come run the hidden pine trails of the forest. Come taste the sun-sweet berries of the earth. Come roll in all the riches all around you. And for once
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