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Walking down the rocky road. Wondering where my life is leading. Rolling on to the bitter end Finding out along the way. What it takes to keep love living. You should know how it feels my friend O
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(mick ralphs/ian hunter). . Know that I grow my hair just to scare the teacher. My goodness gracious me ain't little johnny a creature. And I lost count of the times when I never bathed. I'm one
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Song Through the Looking Glass - Mott The Hoople. I'm feelin' ugly, I'm feelin' low. Mornin' mirror, you ain't no rose. And did I mean it, or did I lie, or did I dream it?. Oh! Christ, I'm tired
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Song Foxy Foxy (Non LP Single) - Mott The Hoople. Baby Baby tried to phone you . they said you were gone. Baby Baby please come home . to me where you belong. Foxy Foxy . you're all I have to
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Song All the Young Dudes - Mott The Hoople. Well Billy rapped all night about his suicide. How he kick it in the head when he was twenty-five. Speed jive don't want to stay alive. When you're twenty
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Song Rest in Peace (Live) - Mott The Hoople. . Oh if my wheel could take another turn. and if my life replaced itself again,. I wouldn't want a single thing to change. Oh it's been good, though it's
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Song Sweet Jane - Mott The Hoople. Standin' on a corner,. Suitcase in my hand. Jack's in his car, says to Jane, who's in her vest,. Me, babe, I'm in a rock n' roll band. Ridin' in a Stutz Bearcat
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Oh, if my wheel could take another turn. And if my life replaced itself again. I wouldn't want a single thing to change. Oh, it's been good, though it's been strange And if my dreams were willing t
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I'm feelin' ugly, I'm feelin low, mornin' mirror, you ain't no rose. Did I mean it or did I lie or did I dream it?. Oh Christ, I'm tired Why then did you have to grin now the blood rolls down my chi
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Song Waterlow - Mott The Hoople. I followed the night till the morning sunlight. And I thought of the changing times. And I followed the child with the evergreen smile. And the blue broken tears
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Song One of the Boys (Single Verison) - Mott The Hoople. . Know that I grow my hair just to scare the teacher. My goodness gracious me ain't little Johnny a creature. And I lost count of the times
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Baby Baby tried to phone you - they said you were gone. Baby Baby please come home to me where you belong. Foxy Foxy - you're all I have to hold. Don't leave me alone out in the cold. . Baby Baby
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(ian hunter) Clouds among (? ). The feelings that you catch. The worries through the years There was a time in 69. Now the fools are cool. And my dream appears It was in 1971. The crowd that call
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See my thoughts and then see my scars. See my clothes, I dress to kill. See my blood and see my gun The crash street kids are comin to get ya. (Better run, better run, better run). The crash stree
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Angeline, I love you, your mouth is like a sting. And when I close my eyes each night, well I often hear you sing. Imagination's hidden book, you wrote it on the wing. And when I vowed to comfort y
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Song Violence - Mott The Hoople. I'm a missing link, poolroom stink, I can't talk. (Well that's too bad). What's going on, something's wrong, I can't work. Can't go to school, the teacher's a fool
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Momma's little jewel, just out of school. Fresh from the nuns that made you. Don't know why but I'm going to try. To re-in-celibate you Momma's little jewel, you got the rules. But I'll be the one
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Song Alice - Mott The Hoople. Now Alice needed money. I put ten dollars on the breeze. As the wind died away, she sank way below her knees. And as a hurricane passed by, she clutched the money from
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(ian hunter). . Just done some living - still got the pain. Ain't done much giving - just my name. Ride on my son, that cold steel rail. Still following you, oh lord I wanna try and lose this iro
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Momma's little jewel, just out of school. Fresh from the nuns that made you. Don't know why but I'm going to try. To re-in-celibate you Momma's little jewel, you got the rules. But I'll be the one
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Song Sucker - Mott The Hoople. Hi there your friendly neighbourhood . sadist want to take you for a ride. Come on tell me 'bout the nights that I make you cry. Two tiny purple hands crawling out
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