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I'd like to try throwing the I Ching I'd like to try someone analyzing my writing I'd like to see what's written on the crystal stones And see what happens
I'm gonna buy a big red truck Then a rabbit's foot for real good luck Gonna get me some plastic gunga dins And I'll buy a big house to put ?em all in
Here is my hand for you to hold Here's the part of me they have not sold Others may come and they may go But I love you young, I love you old Only you
There was a young man named Arthur Gordon Heir to a large family fortune Walking 'round, all prissy and full of himself Pissing money, showing his wealth
Rollin' and a-tumblin' Take me to the mountain Fly closer to the sun Wailin' and a-rumblin' I'm movin' not stumblin' Come, come with me On my candy mountain
Come on kids, ya'll come with me Let's go looking for a Christmas tree Cross the river and through the woods I got my axe and it works real good Such
I'm sitting wondering, watching the parade In my ever-present chair People laughing and smiles all around me Balloons and paper in my hair There's a
Isn't this old night so nice I hope you can feel what I feel tonight Little boy's not getting it right Trying so hard with all his might Clouds in the
Man was a knife expert, kinda Jim Bowie type, swaggerin', blusterin',coon skin, I said "your not serious, right"? Then I saw him grab my friend by the
Do you hear that or are you hearing my call It's a cry for help but now you see All these craters and these walls I'm erected in my room I'd like you
Will it really help me to learn About Frederick The Great and when Rome burned? Wish they'd skip over me when it's my turn All this useless information
You're saying I've got, got a lot, a lot of nerve To say that we could, we could be friends You're thinking I'm just another one telling lies You don'
Imagine John Lennon Imagine there's no heaven It's easy if you try No hell below us Above us only sky Imagine all the people Living for today... Imagine
Jenny drove out to Vegas for the first time Picked up a guy hitching on the highway side Rode into town together looking for a sign Thought they saw something
There's gonna be some changes made Gonna, gonna, gonna, gonna, gonna be some Gonna be some changes made Man was a knife expert kinda of a Jim Booey type
I met a fan dancer down in southside Birmingham She was running from a fat man selling salvation in his hand She said he's trying to save me But I'm doing
This is an epic story Of low man's love and family pride But he's still awaiting A ride Looking for a wildest enemy Then only I know you can never care
