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Where have all my friends gone
They've all disappeared
Turned around maybe one day
You're all that was there
Stood by on believing
Stood by on my own
Always thought I was someone
Turned out I was wrong
They've all disappeared
Turned around maybe one day
You're all that was there
Stood by on believing
Stood by on my own
Always thought I was someone
Turned out I was wrong
Son, this ain't a dream no more, it's the real thing
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And it was 'Fire On The Mountain'
That was her favorite one
There wasn't nothing that I didn't know
So we played the Top 40 radio
Even though we didn't really like the songs
I was wrong
That was her favorite one
There wasn't nothing that I didn't know
So we played the Top 40 radio
Even though we didn't really like the songs
I was wrong
Don't hurt people, and don't take their stuff.
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The joke was on me, there was nobody even there to bluff.
The sooner we put those assholes in the grave&piss on the dirt above it, the better off we'll be
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In the heat of the evening when the dealin' got rough,
She was too pat to open and too cool to bluff.
Deadheads should get what I did there, especially with relation to LBRod's previous post
She was too pat to open and too cool to bluff.
Deadheads should get what I did there, especially with relation to LBRod's previous post
Son, this ain't a dream no more, it's the real thing
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Next I caught a ride with a gamblers wife
She had a brand new laid down Rambler
She parked outside of town
And laid the rambler down
And said she sure could dig it if I rode her
She had a brand new laid down Rambler
She parked outside of town
And laid the rambler down
And said she sure could dig it if I rode her
The sooner we put those assholes in the grave&piss on the dirt above it, the better off we'll be
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I'm gonna move, way out on the outskirts of town
I'm gonna move, way out on the outskirts of town
Now that's why I don't want nobody
Ooh Lord, always hangin' around
I'm gonna tell you baby, we gonna move away from here
I don't want no ice man, I'm gonna buy me a Frigidaire
When I move, way out on the outskirts of town
Now that's why I don't want nobody
Ooh Lord, baby always hangin' around
I'm gonna bring my own groceries, bring them every day
That's gonna stop that grocery boy, I mean it keep him away
When I move, way out on the outskirts of town
Now that's why I don't want nobody
Ooh Lord, baby always hangin' around
It may seem funny, funny as it can be
But if my wife is having a baby, I want 'em all to look just like me
When I move, way out on the outskirts of town
Now that's why I don't want nobody
Ooh Lord, baby always hangin' around
I'm gonna move, way out on the outskirts of town
Now that's why I don't want nobody
Ooh Lord, always hangin' around
I'm gonna tell you baby, we gonna move away from here
I don't want no ice man, I'm gonna buy me a Frigidaire
When I move, way out on the outskirts of town
Now that's why I don't want nobody
Ooh Lord, baby always hangin' around
I'm gonna bring my own groceries, bring them every day
That's gonna stop that grocery boy, I mean it keep him away
When I move, way out on the outskirts of town
Now that's why I don't want nobody
Ooh Lord, baby always hangin' around
It may seem funny, funny as it can be
But if my wife is having a baby, I want 'em all to look just like me
When I move, way out on the outskirts of town
Now that's why I don't want nobody
Ooh Lord, baby always hangin' around
Let the outside air in
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I have spent my life
Seeking all that's still unsung
Bent my ear to hear the tune
And closed my eyes to see
When there were no strings to play
You played to me
In the book of love's own dreams
Where all the print is blood
Where all the pages are my days
And all my lights grow old
When I had no wings to fly
You flew to me
You flew to me
Seeking all that's still unsung
Bent my ear to hear the tune
And closed my eyes to see
When there were no strings to play
You played to me
In the book of love's own dreams
Where all the print is blood
Where all the pages are my days
And all my lights grow old
When I had no wings to fly
You flew to me
You flew to me
Son, this ain't a dream no more, it's the real thing
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Sitting here wishing on a cement floor
Just wishing that I had just something you wore
I put it on when I go lonely
Will you take off your dress and send it to me?
I miss your kissin' and I miss your head
And a letter in your writing doesn't mean you're not dead
Run outside in the desert heat
Make your dress all wet and send it to me
I miss your soup and I miss your bread
And a letter in your writing doesn't mean you're not dead
So spill your breakfast and drip your wine
Just wear that dress when you're dying
Sitting here wishing on a cement floor
Just wishing that I had just something you wore
Bloody your hands on a cactus tree
Wipe it on your dress and send it to me
Just wishing that I had just something you wore
I put it on when I go lonely
Will you take off your dress and send it to me?
I miss your kissin' and I miss your head
And a letter in your writing doesn't mean you're not dead
Run outside in the desert heat
Make your dress all wet and send it to me
I miss your soup and I miss your bread
And a letter in your writing doesn't mean you're not dead
So spill your breakfast and drip your wine
Just wear that dress when you're dying
Sitting here wishing on a cement floor
Just wishing that I had just something you wore
Bloody your hands on a cactus tree
Wipe it on your dress and send it to me
I keep it all together for the sake of the kids.
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Beautiful girl, lovely dress
High school smile, oh yes
Beautiful girl, love your dress
Where she is now, I can only guess
'Cause it's gone daddy gone
The love is gone
High school smile, oh yes
Beautiful girl, love your dress
Where she is now, I can only guess
'Cause it's gone daddy gone
The love is gone
Let the outside air in
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Here I am, ain't no man of the world, no
All I need is a beautiful girl
Oh yeah, beautiful girls
All I need is a beautiful girl
Oh yeah, beautiful girls
If you don't run you rust
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We are the innovators
They are the imitators
They are the imitators
And I knew when I woke up Rock N Roll would be here forever
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They say that patriotism is the last refuge
To which a scoundrel clings
Steal a little and they throw you in jail
Steal a lot and they make you king
To which a scoundrel clings
Steal a little and they throw you in jail
Steal a lot and they make you king
Son, this ain't a dream no more, it's the real thing
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She might need a lot of lovin
But she don't need you
But she don't need you
If you don't run you rust
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And I can't stop thinking about
How I dig rockin around with you
How I dig rockin around with you
If you don't run you rust
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Whoah oh whoah oh oh I'm having trouble
Letting you go
Letting you go
“Excited people get on daddy’s nerves.” - M. Cooley
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California's been good to me
Hope it don't fall into the sea
Sometimes you got to trust yourself
It ain't like anywhere else
It ain't like anywhere else
Hope it don't fall into the sea
Sometimes you got to trust yourself
It ain't like anywhere else
It ain't like anywhere else
Son, this ain't a dream no more, it's the real thing
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I'm a new world boy on the old Kings Road
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It's time to move on, time to get going
What lies ahead, I have no way of knowing
What lies ahead, I have no way of knowing
Don't hurt people, and don't take their stuff.
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Someone's gonna tell you lies
Cut you down to size
Cut you down to size
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Take back Vanessa Redgrave
Take back Joe Piscopo
Take back Eddie Murphy
Give 'em all some place to go
Take back Joe Piscopo
Take back Eddie Murphy
Give 'em all some place to go
Son, this ain't a dream no more, it's the real thing
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In a world gone mad, yer so bad
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Some things are over
Some things go on
Part of me you carry
Part of me is gone
Some things go on
Part of me you carry
Part of me is gone
Son, this ain't a dream no more, it's the real thing
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Hello, walls - (hello) (hello)
How'd things go for you today
*deviating from the Petty run
How'd things go for you today
*deviating from the Petty run
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Gideon come up with his eyes on the floor
Said "you ain't got a hinge, you can't close the door."
Moses stood up above his six foot and ten
Said "you can't close the door when the wall's caved in."
Said "you ain't got a hinge, you can't close the door."
Moses stood up above his six foot and ten
Said "you can't close the door when the wall's caved in."
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that sounds incredibly familiar, can't quite place where I've heard that one beforeClams wrote:If you don't run, you rust
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whatwouldcooleydo? wrote:that sounds incredibly familiar, can't quite place where I've heard that one beforeClams wrote:If you don't run, you rust
Two kudzu eyerolls for that one!
If you don't run you rust
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I'm not trying to start anything, so if you see this as an opportunity to start shit with me, please save itClams wrote:whatwouldcooleydo? wrote:that sounds incredibly familiar, can't quite place where I've heard that one beforeClams wrote:If you don't run, you rust
Two kudzu eyerolls for that one!
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It's tough to let go when you're faced but you can't deliver
You're not even sure who you are any more
It's tough to let go but you know these things you're holding on to
Are killing you faster than you kill yourself
You're not even sure who you are any more
It's tough to let go but you know these things you're holding on to
Are killing you faster than you kill yourself
The sooner we put those assholes in the grave&piss on the dirt above it, the better off we'll be
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I found myself singin'
Like a long-lost friend
The same thing that makes you live
Can kill you in the end.
Like a long-lost friend
The same thing that makes you live
Can kill you in the end.
Son, this ain't a dream no more, it's the real thing