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,. Is auctioned cheap to a thoughtless crowd. Much like the old violin. A "mess of pottage," a glass of wine,. A game and he travels on,. He's going once, and going twice -. He's going - and almost
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Song Song Of The Violin - James Otto. The last fifty years. Have seen laughter and tears. And your hair slowly fade to gray . Your children are grown now. And it's hard to believe. How the years have
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stray from the one that you hold. Oh, true love travels on a gravel road Love is a stranger and hearts are in danger. On smooth streets paved with gold. Oh, true love travels on a gravel road. Yeah
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eyes filled with envy. Or stray from the one that you hold. Oh, true love travels on a gravel road. . Love is a stranger and hearts are in danger. On smooth streets paved with gold. Oh, true love
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bad. I kinda feel like two things can be sad. Chorus. The world's smallest violin. Really needs an audience. So if I do not find somebody soon (That's right, that's right). I'll blow up into smithereens
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. I kinda feel like two things can be sad. Chorus. The world's smallest violin. Really needs an audience. So if I do not find somebody soon (That's right, that's right). I'll blow up into smithereens
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Love was like a violin, playing soft and low. In your heart you held the strings, in my heart the bow. Together we made soft sweet music, together we believed. In every day, in every hour our love
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Then the fiddler crab plays his violin. On the back of a dancing whale. While the mermaid sing to the shell they bring. And the dragon leads with his sweeping tail At night. When the sky is still
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Dance me to your beauty with a burning violin. Dance me through the panic till I'm gathered safely in. Lift me like an olive branch and be my homeward dove. Dance me to the end of love. Dance me
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without a shore for the banished one unheard. He lightens the beacon, light at the end of world. Showing the way lighting hope in their hearts. The ones on their travels homeward from afar. . This is
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images you dwell upon. That conflicts with the reality of life. . Was right. The sun travels on 'round the world and keeps shining while we sleep at night. Maybe the sky doesn't cry. The rain drops
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without a shore for the banished one unheard. He lightens the beacon, light at the end of world. Showing the way lighting hope in their hearts. The ones on their travels homeward from afar. . This is
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without a shore for the banished one unheard. He lightens the beacon, light at the end of world. Showing the way lighting hope in their hearts. The ones on their travels homeward from afar. . This is
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). Jimmy carl black (drums). Arthur tripp (drums). Don preston (piano, organ, electronic effects). Don "sugar cane" harris (electric violin). Lowell george (rhythm guitar, vocals) And in your dreams
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). Jimmy carl black (drums). Arthur tripp (drums). Don preston (piano, organ, electronic effects). Don "sugar cane" harris (electric violin). Lowell george (rhythm guitar, vocals) And in your dreams
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concealed his stash. Crisp dollar bills leave no tracks. . In the back of a black cadillac. The voodoo music travels. Down skid row only black men can go. The shady deal unravels. . Johnny the fox
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concealed his stash. Crisp dollar bills leave no tracks. . In the back of a black cadillac. The voodoo music travels. Down skid row only black men can go. The shady deal unravels. . Johnny the fox
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concealed his stash. Crisp dollar bills leave no tracks. . In the back of a black cadillac. The voodoo music travels. Down skid row only black men can go. The shady deal unravels. . Johnny the fox
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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
