a trace If you reach a hundred albums, mate They'll tell you that's enough No you'll be just the same as me And I don't give a stuff You've hit the nail
gonna shut my mouth Don't mind if I stand out in a crowd Just wanna live out loud Well, I know there's got to be A few hundred million more like me Just
candy store (Dream on, dream on teenage queen you should be a movie queen) He would marry her next spring Saved his money, bought a ring Then one day a
Ballad of a ladyman Freak that I am, live in Japan Let's rock with the tough girls In this part of the world Take a photograph Portrait of a ladyman
above Oh please send you a friend He prayed to the Lord above Oh please send you a friend Your empty pockets tell you That you ain't a-got no friend
the geek Who walks up to you When he hears you speak And says, "How does it feel To be such a freak?" And you say, "Impossible" As he hands you a bone
want your wings, I don't want your freedom in a lie Your thoughts they are of harlequin, your speeches of quicksilver I read your faces like a poem,
Heartbreak lullaby... In the still of the night, I can almost feel you lying next to me, Like it used to be, And its hard to let go, When there's always
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I got a hundred and sixty acres in the valley Got a hundred and sixty acres of the best Got an old stove there that'll cook three square And a bunk where
the candy store (Dream on dream on teenage queen you should be a movie queen) He would marry her next spring saved his money bought a ring Then one day a
And Loving Care Your Windows Are Clean - All The Need Is A Friend Who Cares By The Man No One Have Seen - He's The Man No One Sees A Friend He Too Can
She stands at the top of the castlewall she gazes at the seashore below half a glass since the crimson of dusk but her sombre soul takes no notice of
castles and poets' towers into a dark primeval forest where tigers belch and monkeys howl, through miasmal and mysterious swamps and down into a desert
business And I'm not to blame. Climb on my back It's a wet afternoon ; A bottle of booze, A bit of a tune to sing; Goodbye, everything; Goodbye, everything
've got a thing about you Hoping this story cuts through Yeah, I've got a thing about you A thing about you I've got a thing about you I've got a thing
believe nothin' you say I'm a around and i see what you do You know you're funkier than a mosquito's tweeter You got a mouth like a herd of boll weevils