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When It Was Dark - Elli Ingram

"You made something wrong tonight I’m not feel gilt for myself He … something wrong tonight Not I I’m not a Christine It’s something I don’t know … Don’t make it in my bedroom Get to hear me screaming let"

Gold And Blue - Rab McLean

"There's a casualty Within my soul A sad and sorry piece of work Has been done this day History's bitterest sun has set I'm going to paint our bedroom Gold and blue Gold and blue With apologies,"

Nobody Knows Me - Lyle Lovett

"(Lyle Lovett) And I like cream in my coffee And I like to sleep late on Sunday And nobody knows me like my baby And I like eggs over easy With flour tortillas And nobody knows me like my baby And nobody"

Wayward - Vashti Bunyan

"didn't want to be the one the one who's left behind while the other one goes out to life and comes back home to find me sitting pretty happily surrounded by a house with cups in all their saucers and not"

What you're lookin' for - Black Label Society

"We were friends Yet never all that close Two different people lord I guess yeah, I suppose Well I could see by the lines on your face So much on your mind Searchin' for someone, anyone, something to treat"

Maiden In The Mor - Qntal

",,Im Moor liegt eine Frau seit sieben Tagen, was war ihre Speise, was war ihr Getrnk? Die Blumen, das Quellwasser Wo war ihre Wohnung? Bei den Lilien und den Rosen" Maiden in the mor lay, in the mor lay, sevenight"

Bread Hair - They Might Be Giants

"I'm a wigged-out daddy with bread on top I dig an easy-bake granny with a whiskey mop If you love me, you needn't the whole wheat crop 'Cause they had a useless battle and'll never stop Bread hair, oh"

I'm An Indian - Doris Day

"Like the Seminole Navajo Kickapoo like those Indians I'm an Indian too a Sioux uhu - a Sioux uhu Just like battle axe hatchet face eagle nose like those Indians I'm an Inidan too a Sioux uhu a Sioux uhu Some"

Properties Of Propaganda - Fishbone

"(fuk this shit on up) Best to bust the dust Of a flour to powder the crust A grain of sand and a gust of wind To stir my stomach And a ground swell to shake The all that it must take To break the headache In"

Properties Of Propaganda (Fuk This Shit On Up) - Fishbone

"Best to bust the dust Of a flour to powder the crust A grain of sand and a gust of wind To stir my stomach And a ground swell to shake The all that it must take To break the headache In my earthquake Git"

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