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I just went about my business I really don't have much to say The city cars just keep on rolling along It's just an ordinary day Pat sajak spun his big
The tires are the things on your car That make contact with the road The tires are the things on your car That make contact with the road The tires are
Sunrise over the turquoise mountains, messenger birds in sight They came up through the valley, both sides at a time Through the cold steady rain Raid
The revolution's over baby The revolution's over baby now The revolution's over baby The revolution's over baby now Reelin' and quakin' Bringin' home
Your time is near, the mission's clear It's later than we think Before you slip into the night You'll want something to drink Steal away before the dawn
The circus is the place for me with bears and clowns and noise I love the shiny music that descends from overhead Gordan knew the moment when the stars
The terrible thing about hell Is that when you're there you can't even tell As you move through this life you love so You could be there and not even
I?m pullin' the pavement from under my nails I brush past a garden, dependent on whales The slopin' companion, I cast down the ash Yanked on my tunic
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When the only tool you have is a hammer Everything looks like a nail And you're living at the Bittersweet Motel When the only tool you have is a hammer
It's hidden far away but someday I may tell The tale of metal tangle when into your world I fell Without you now I wander soaking secretly afraid But
Summer, sitting out by the pool A ray of sunlight getting in my way Close your eyes and wish that it were cool Everyday And I wish it could be back the
Well, it was many years ago now But I really can't be sure That's when it all began then I heard that knock upon my door And the wolfman's brother The
Listen now, I'm talking I've been for weeks Waiting in this growing crowd Staring at my feet The world around me is turning I'm just standing still The
Grass has been greater Skies have been bluer I know my soul is down in the sewer You say that I am selfish Well you know that that is true I don't care
When I jumped off, I had a bucket full of thoughts When I first jumped off, I held that bucket in my hand Ideas that would take me all around the world
There've been times when I wander And times when I don't Concepts I'll ponder And concepts, I won't ever see God isn't one of these Former or latter
