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Nettie Moore - Bob Dylan

"(Bob Dylan) Lost John's sittin' on a railroad track Something's out of whack Blues this mornin' fallin' down like hail Gonna leave a greasy trail Gonna travel the world is what I'm gonna do Then come"

Henry Moore - Hugh Cornwell

"Funny how time can take you by surprise It creeps up in the night to give you butterflies I'm happy spending time with you it's the thing to do I love it but I'm sure I'd love a Henry Moore I know a work"

Down By The Henry Moore - Murray McLauchlan

"I walked down to Kensington Market Bought me a fish to fry I went to the Silver Dollar Looked a stranger in the eye A friend of mine says That he don't think this town's so out of sight But he's got shades"

Bobby Moore - The Business

"Bobby Moore viva Bobby Moore Bobby Moore viva Bobby Moore viva viva Bobby Moore's football machine Everybody knew they'd seen a sensation A a sensation here what I say now Bobby Moore's football machine Everybody"

Annie Moore - Melanie O'Reilly

"America lay close by But first came Ellis Island I hold the letter in my hand And walk my way to Limbo I'm just a number in this new land I'm just a number in this new land CHORUS And my name is Annie"

Forever Moore - Fishbone

"Well, here I am, like a sardine in a can In a foreign land, with the guys in the band Uh huh, uh huh On the bus, in the back lounge You're the only girl that I wanna, wanna be around Uh hu, uh huh --CHORUS-- I"

Marilyn Moore - Sonic Youth

"Sound asleep till right until day Frustrated desire turns you away And turns you insane Over and over You get to a point To make it disappear And you're always believing And believing in fear Over and"

William Moore - Phil Ochs

"Am Walkin' down an Alabama road Rememberin' what the Bible told D G D Am Walkin' with a letter in his hand D G D Am Dreaming of another southern land Am Walkin' down an"

Davey Moore - Phil Ochs

"It was out to california young davey moore did go, To meet with sugar ramos and trade him blow for blow He left his home in springfield, his wife and children five; The spring was fast approaching, it"

Waltz Moore - From First To Last

"I can't eat anything without shoving my hands down my throat And I refuse to leave the world without smearing our makeup With my hair blinding my eyes Oh, blinding my eyes I can't remember the last time"

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