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Miss Join Date: Nov 2009
Location: The land of milk and honey.
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We walked along a crowded street You took my hand and danced with me In the shade And when you left you kissed my lips You told me you'd never ever forget these images No |
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Peaceful Easy Join Date: Nov 2009
Location: Back Where I Come From
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Hey there mister can you tell me
What happened to the seeds I've sown Can you give me a reason, sir, as to why they've never grown They've just blown around from town to town Back out on these fields Where they fall from my hand Back into the dirt of this hard land Well me and my sister From Germantown we did ride We made our bed, sir From the rock on the mountainside We been blowin' around from town to town Lookin' for a place to stand Where the sun burst through the clouds and fall like a circle A circle of fire down on this hard land Now even the rain it don't come 'round Don't come 'round here no more And the only sound at night's the wind Slammin' the back porch door Yeah it stirs you up like it wants to blow you down Twistin' and churnin' up the sand Leavin' all them scarecrows lyin' facedown In the dirt of this hard land From a building up on the hill I can hear a tape deck blastin' "Home on the Range" I can hear them Bar-M choppers Sweepin' low across the plains It's me and you, Frank, we're lookin' for lost cattle Our hooves twistin' and churnin' up the sand We're ridin' in the whirlwind searchin' for lost treasure Way down south of the Rio Grande We're ridin' 'cross that river in the moonlight Up onto the banks of this hard land Hey, Frank, won't you pack your bags And meet me tonight down at Liberty Hall Just one kiss from you, my brother And we'll ride until we fall Well sleep in the fields We'll sleep by the rivers And in the morning we'll make a plan Well if you can't make it stay hard, stay hungry, stay alive if you can
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"Cry,cuss,sling snot, whatever. Just KEEP PEDALING!!" Shad |
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Senior Member
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Miss Join Date: Nov 2009
Location: The land of milk and honey.
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I'm down to a whisper
in a daydream on a hill Shut down to a whisper Can you hear me? Can you hear me still? The sound tires on my lips to fade away into forgetting But if you keep real close Yeah, if you stay real close I will reach you... |
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