Ne dites pas que ce garcon etait fou Il ne vivait pas comme les autres c'est tout Et pour quelles raisons etranges Les gens qui n'sont pas comme nous
King Tee's drunk again, yo, check this out, aww shit, aw shit I wanna dedicate this song to all them motherfuckers out there That, that, that perpentratin
I won't cut my beard and I won't change my hair It grows like fancy flowers but it grows nowhere My hair, my hair If I could build my house just like
Grandpa had a piano it was built in 1904 He brought it down from Sydney town before the First World War He'd sit down and crack his knuckles put his glasses
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Marian: Mama, a man with a suitcase followed me home. Mrs. Paroo: Oh--Who? Marian: I never saw him before. Mrs. Paroo: Did he say anythin'? Marian
The piano player?s dead Someone shot him in the head I want to make sweet love to his fucking music Who would've wanted the show to end this early? I
So far from me, stands a man known as disease. He's checking out the hands of the people that he meets. And now, you just don't see me anymore. oh, I
When I find myself watching the time I never think about All the funny things you said I feel like it's dead Where is it leading me now? I turn around
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When you look back on times we had, I hope you smile And know that through the good and through the bad I was on your side when nobody could hold us down
I've never been the kind that you'd call lucky Always stumbling around in circles But I must have stumbled into something Look at me am I really alone
While we're young and beautiful Kiss me like you mean it Treat me like I'm special Cover me with sweetness 'Cause a time will come When I'm not so young
Well she seemed all right by dawn's early light Though she looked a little worried and weak She tried to pretend he wasn't drinkin' again But daddy left
I was sitting on my doorstep, I hung up the phone and it fell out of my hand, But I knew I had to do it, And he wouldn't understand, So hard to see myself
18 years have come and gone, for momma they flew by but for me they drug on and on. we were loading up that chevy both trying not to cry, momma kept on
We came from the far north summered in Crimea Deserted the armed forces had to disappear Made it to the free west on a chartered flight So we could see
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