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If Youre Gonna Leave - Emerson Hart

"Maybe i'm the joker Maybe i'm the fool in your eyes Maybe i'm the weak one Maybe i'm a lie in disguise Maybe i'm angry Cause i'm the one whos always wrong Maybe i'm not the one whos so strong But did ya"

Picking up pieces - Squeeze

"Words escape me now Im in prison Sentenced to a life of tears Now she hates me, thats her decision Waiting for the smoke to clear So I can see the damage of the fire That raged through our love So I can"

Berry Picking Time - Great Big Sea

"Well I spyed a berry bush as i was strolling home one day, And somehow it brought back the by-gone days. Of when you and I were berry picking many years ago In a little county not so far away. How well"

Angel - The Game

"ange.. angel.. ange.. angel) Verse 1 - Common I spent my day so, first I pray yo, then I lay low, looking for the halo or more yayo, my lil' angel, reminded me to stay playful faitful walks I take in"

Cherry Picking blues - Ida Cox

"Come here pretty papa, sit down on your mama's knee Come here pretty papa, sit down on your mama's knee I don't want to tell you how you have mistreated me You leave me after supper and you don't come"

Angel - Adam & The Ants

"Adam ant/marco pirroni/boz boorer Well come tell me your story I'll tell you mine Sunday morning communion Standing in a line Feeling like a cannibal Eating flesh and drinking blood Diguised as wine I"

Maple Tree - Angel Taylor

"Quick, act like you're asleep In the sun light, on a park bench underneath the maple tree On the morning of a day only sent from heaven I can see into your eyes but you're afraid to try And boy, it's waving"

Tree - Blind Zero

"It's too late to say good-bye Now I'm drowning in your eyes I'm drowning Back to you I know the way these things begin See how flesh presses the skin I'm bursting Without you Love you like in poetry This"

Angel - Adam And The Ants

"Adam ant/marco pirroni/boz boorer Well come tell me your story I'll tell you mine Sunday morning communion Standing in a line Feeling like a cannibal Eating flesh and drinking blood Diguised as wine I"

Tree - Rusted Root

"Ever see the tree, ever feel yourself Wrapped around the wind Let go of your desire Desire will suffer in the send suffer the will, will of the child the child will born on our death Child will be born"

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