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love is a white-golden road I pave with my blood now I was a fraction at best A sad king's court jester, or less I was a two-part invention She was my
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will soon be sealed Pain's invention, madness Preys behind my eyes Pain's invention, madness Now I realize Pain's invention, madness Though I'll not break free Pain's invention
(Bach/arr. Palmer)
you amidst your machines gone mad and dreamy a jar of roses old anemic from bright to brown burners on to keep the plants warm to keep the air good to
seemingly ridiculous avoidance of your query So I guess the simple truth, which defies all comprehension If there was a quicker path to take than this prolonged invention
Suzy: I don't do publicity balling for you anymore FZ: The first word in this song is discorporate. It means to leave your body Discorporate & come
La-la-la-la Oooo... ah-ah-ah (My darling You mean so very much to me And I feel so deeply... ah-ah-ah... Duke, Duke, Duke, Duke of Prunes I'll
EC: Uh . . . Uh . . . Uh Uh . . . Uh . . . Uh . . . d'you, are you, ARE YOU HUNG UP? ARE YOU HUNG UP? Girl: Outa site! EC: Outa site, yeah --listen, uhm
There's a big dilemma About my Big Leg Emma, uh-huh, oh yeah There's a big dilemma About my Big Leg Emma, uh-huh, oh yeah She was my steady date Until
For you, I could do anything For your love, my heart cries Take my heart, my love my everything For so long I've needed your love Oh, when, when you
Brown shoes don't make it Brown shoes don't make it Quit school, why fake it? Brown shoes don't make it? TV dinner by the pool Watch your brother
Any way the wind blows is-a fine with me Any way the wind blows, it don't matter to me 'Cause I'm thru with-a fussin' and-a fightin' with-a you I went
(One, Two, Buckle my Shoe) (Do-dos, and yips yips, assorted improv) I tired to find How my heart could be so blind, (Wanna buy some Penzo?) Dear
Bow tie daddy dontcha blow your top Everything's under control Bow tie daddy dontcha blow your top 'Cause you think you're gettin' too old Don't try to
