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Carol Woods

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Sing o the wild wood, the green holly The silent river and barren tree The humble creatures that no man sees Sing O the wild wood A weary journey one

'd be me if you could But I don't think you can 'cause they say you Hollywood Last time I checked North Philly was hood Last time I checked Carol city

on your hips Infrared beams so sharp crease your pant seams With chestic barrels, I sold them at the Christmas carols With small scopes from miles adjust

Johnston, Cello; Barry Castle, Horn; Frank Ricoffi, Percussion. Assisted on 'The Golden Boy' by: Backing vocals: Madeline Bell, Debbie Bishop, Lance Ellington, Miriam Stockley, Peter Straker, Mark Williamson, Carol Woods

and floated wide; The mirror cracked from side to side; "The curse is come upon me," cried The Lady of Shalott. In the stormy east-wind straining, The pale yellow woods

those decadent war swans, with faces half drawn, slinging blood soaked carols at the slave ship sun. huge gold ak-47! huge gold ak-47! c'mon, its

raise their families South Miami always showed me love them boys from the Creek Lee Park and THC knew me before PIT South Miami Heights, Carib Villas South Wood

I hate Christmas, Christmas in Hollywood. No one gives you fruit cakes, there's no carolers in the yard, the only fruit cakes I've seen are on Sunset