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seems like yesterday that my world fell from the sky It seems like yesterday I didn't know how hard I could cry It feels like tomorrow I may not get by But I will try, I will try Wipe the tears from my eyes [Chorus] I'm beautifully broken And I don't mind if yo
the road is crystal And sometimes I feel like I'm losing my mind Tell me what it is what you think you're missing And I will see what I can find You want to be so sure of Every step you take You cant always know what's coming You cant always tr
was talking to me Like I was a child In their words I could hear them saying It's just a matter of time Anyway it's a long long race been run Anyway it's a sad sad song been sung Dear John goodbye she said Sometimes it's hard she said Dear John I've brok
Sunday raindrops Clock goes tick, tock I hate myself for staring at the phone Kept all your texts, can’t erase them I’d call you up but I know you’re not alone I ...
nice berry fields Taste of honey Very nice berry fields Taste of honey Ikiyuku chikara wa sugoi Nee kyonen yori mo Ii kanji deshou? Nee ashita wa motto Zutto issho ga ii Chiisana yume no Nae wo uemashou Very nice berry fields Kono chikyuu ni ai wo Very nice b
can't fool the fool, cause I know it in my head I just want the people, to get some before they're dead You can take my body and dry it in the sun- Seeing vultures circle overhead This is the home of the beautifully depressed- Life is just a moment, that rushes all at once L
Every time he goes she dies Every time she comes she cries He was her long bright future In the middle of a long, dark road He loved her, but he wasn’t too ...
Verse 1] I'm a 45 spinning on an old Victrola I'm a two strike swinger, I'm a Pepsi Cola I'm a blue jean quarterback saying "I love you" to the prom queen In a Chevy I'm John Wayne, Superman, California I'm a Kris Kristofferson S
Chief warrior on a mountain side (I am not never doing that again) Met up with Geronimo’s enemy tribe (I am not never doing that again) There was a broken arrow here, a bloody arrow there A head broken, back busted, bones broken, bloody bones Met up with Geronimo
I spied a berry bush as I was strolling home one day And somehow it brought back the bygone days Of when you and I were berry picking many years ago In a little county not so far away How well I do remember the day when we first met It leaves a picture in my mind I never can forg
the gods lost their minds, Are they acting out of kindness? To send a vision such as you, Now the object of my blindness The alchemy of inner worlds, Can they possibly explain it? All the grace that you possess, With my complexity and plainness. You and I, Beautiful
the second verse, dear friends My head will burst, my life will end So I'd like to start this one off by saying "Live and love" I was young and at home in bed And I was hanging on the words some poem said in '31 I was impressionable,
m sorry... I didn't mean it... I'll be good... I'm gonna kill you... I'm gonna blow your head off like raspberry jam... daddy mommy sad...daisukina ice wa strawBerry daddy mommy mad...sukina koneko no na wa strawBerry daddy mommy sad...boku kara nagareta strawBerry daddy
oh, John, John, Let's hope for peace. Oh, John, let's hope for peace. John, oh, John, Let's hope for peace, Let's hope for peace, Let's hope for peace, Peace, peace, peace. Oh, John, oh, John, John, John, Oh, John, John, Oh, oh, Joh
yeah, oh yeah Oh yeah yeah, yeah yeah Do you want a ride on my death machine? Pump a dime in if you do Oh yeah, oh yeah Oh yeah yeah, yeah yeah Yeah, I kill what I need Yeah, I kill what I need When I die won't you bury me? 'Cause I buried you, ba
it was ninety-nine cents! Coppin' it, washin' it, 'bout to go and get some compliments Passin' up on those moccasins someone else's been walkin' in But me and grungy slammin it I am stuntin' and flossin' and Savin' my money and that's a bargain I'ma take your grandpa's
the night was deep and the night was dark And I was at the old dance-hall on the edge of town Some big ceremony was going down Dancers writhed and squirmed and then, Came apart and then writhed again Like squirming flies on a pin In the heat and
a broken love song Keep it by your side Never be lonely Find a place to hide By the west way Inside the scrubs How long must we wait? For they're killing us? Killing us Oh They are the loneliest They are the loneliest They are the loneliest They are the lo
John Rich/Don Cook/Conley White) I drove a beat up tractor down a one lane road Pick her up early and away we'd go Down to the river by the edge of her daddy's farm We used to lay in the shade of a cottonwood tree Back of my mind I thought she
me who's that writin', John the Revelator Tell me who's that writin', John the Revelator Tell me who's that writin', John the Revelator wrote the book of the seven seals Who's that writin' (John the Revelator) Who's that writin' (John the Revelator) Who's that writin' (John the R
Henry's pappy woke him up one midnight He said "Before the sheriff comes I wanna tell you," Said "Listen boy Learn to hoist a jack and learn to lay a track learn to pick and shovel too And take that hammer, It'll do anything you tell it
on the side of the road Feeling like he heard a sound Shivered with the feelin' that he knowed John looked down, John looked down John looked down the long, long road She gave John a present that was fine So fine that he had to go Went to see what it was that he knowed Jo
were three men, came out of the west, Their fortunes for to try And these three men made a solemn vow: John Barleycorn must die! Well, they've ploughed, they've sown, the've harrowed him in. Threw clouds upon his head. Till these three men were satisfied. John Barley
is called "John the Revelator." Tell who's that writin', John the Revelator Tell me who's that writin', John the Revelator Tell me who's that writin', John the Revelator Wrote the book of the seven seals Well God walked down in the cool of the day and called Ad
Henry he could hammer, He could whistle, he could sing He went to the mountain early in the mornin' Just to hear his hammer ring, Lord, Lord Just to hear his hammer ring. Just to hear his hammer ring, Lord, Lord Just to hear his hammer ring. When John Henry was a
let me tell you about a man named John Law He's a neighborhood cop, the toughest man I ever saw A man who knows his duty, a man with a gun To the people in the neighborhood John Law is number one Freeze, we said stop (His name was John Law) For John Law, neighborhood
Nobody listens to me Hear a simple thing I said Say anything to reassure me Anything to get you out of my head They do dot know how to really feel Imagine in those days and pretend that they do not care about it They do not know how much
Dillinger was a bad bad man He robbed banks He had a gang Not the kind we know today Who buy our presidents But a crime wave for the airwaves In everybody's face John Dillinger John Dillinger A magnet for the masses In movies, news and song So why'd they brand
s like, I just love a cowboy You know I'm just like, I just, I know, it's bad But I'm just like Can I just like, hang off the back of your horse And can you go a little faster?! 3 am, mustang speedin' Two lovers, headed for a dead end Too fast, hold tight, he la
there he go, that's John Doe There he go, that's John Doe There he go, that's John Doe Balling on you bitches like I'm Rondo [Chorus] 24's, John Doe All gold, John Doe Them boys dealing blow, they John Doe Night work for the load, that
Brown´s body lies a mould´ring in the grave John Brown´s body lies a mould´ring in the grave John Brown´s body lies a mould´ring in the grave but his soul is marching on! Glory Glory, halleluja Glory Glory, halleluja Glory Glory, halleluja
the Revelator Put him in a elevator Take him up to the highest high Take him up to the top, where the mountains stop Let him tell his book of lies John the Revelator He's a smooth operator It's time we cut him down to size Take him by the ha
the Revelator Put him in a elevator Take him up to the highest high Take him up to the top where the mountains stop Let him tell his book of lies John the Revelator He's a smooth operator It's time we cut him down to size Take him by the hand And
Henry had a little woman And the dress she wore was red She walked down the track, She never looked back I'm going where John Henry fell dead I'm going where John Henry fell dead John Henry had another woman And her name was Polly Anne John Henry w
Brown bring him down Pull his body to the ground Left him up for long enough Let me be the baby gruff John Brown bring him down Pull his body to the ground John Brown bring him down Pull his body to the ground Left him up for long enough Let me be the baby gruff Th
John Henry was a little baby Sittin' on his mama's knee Well he picked up a feather and a piece of steel And said that's gonna be the death of me Lord, lord, lord that's gonna be the death of me Well John Henry had a little woman Name of Polly Ann Well John got sick had to lay down
tell the Sheriff John Roland Woods found Jesus Now he's livin' at the foot of the cross He testified on the main drag this evening said his gonna spread the gospel to the lost The meanest sinner to ever live and breathe said hes been clean and sober f
in the autumn of seventy on the night shift at abbey road four young men were recording a song named 'galadriel' for an album they'd call ''once again'' the producer was norman smith who'd engineered with the beatles and john whose guitar was to be instrumental that day when i came
stripes show like regiments, military intelligence Murder game, I leave no evidence -- credentials Go ask my pre-school, even talk to my old principal He'd tell you how you I used to pack a No. 2 pencil Stabbin students, grabbin teachers, Catholic
ails you, my daughter dear? Your eyes, they look so dim, Have you had any sore sickness, Or yet been sleeping with a man? No I haven't had any sore sickness, But I know what's ailing me, I am thinking of my own true love Who ploughs the raging sea. Is he a lord or a duke or a
John Henry was a little bitty boy He picked up a hammer in his hand Looked up at his mama and smilingly said I want to be a steel drivin' man Lord, Lord, I want to be a steel drivin' man Soon John Henry grew up to be a man And took a hammer in his hand He could drive ste
John Henry was a little baby Sittin' on his mama's knee Well he picked up a feather and a piece of steel And said that's gonna be the death of me Lord, Lord, Lord that's gonna be the death of me Well John Henry had a little woman Name of Polly Ann Well John got sick had to
John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt His name is my name too Whenever we go out The people always shout John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt A-La-La-La-La-La-La VERSE 1 John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt That’s a silly name I wonder how they thought of it? All I know is that it’s reall
down the windows Don't shift in your seat I don't care if the wind blows I don't care about the heat All those John Woo showdowns Don't prepare you for this: A little bit Face-Off A little Killers...kiss Stop Look Listen hard This is why a band hires a bodygua
dancing) I'm having so much love (dancing) too bad my back had gone (dancing) boogie down with daddy now I'd give my house in the country If you'd slept it's so funky (music) I'm dancing in the street (ooh music) I've torn the shoes from my feet (romancing) it's got
ain't fair, John Sinclair In the stir of breathing air Won't you care for John Sinclair? In the stair of breathing air. Let him be, set him free Let him be like you and me. They give him ten for two What else can the judges do? Gotta, gotta.....gotta
ain't fair, John Sinclair In the stir of breathing air Won't you care for John Sinclair? In the stair of breathing air. Let him be, set him free Let him be like you and me. They give him ten for two What else can the judges do? Gotta, gotta... gotta
Ich schreibe auf, was im Ghetto passiert Uch bin so extrovertiert Mein Electro Ghetto Tattoo regiert Kuck mich an, wer ist cool so wie ich Der mit deiner Bitch seinen Fußboden wischt Ich bleib hart, yeah Fick dein Hartz IV Der Drahtzieher sitzt beim Barbier Yeah, ich bin d
I think about the little things That should mean so much to me All the chances I have taken in my time I was looking for an Ironman And from the way my body shook I thought that I had found the right one Just in time It is just like a child I was feeling The things that yo
I feel that I'll prove a match to this world? Does Gene Kelly sing in the rain? Yes I have a mind with a mind of it's own, a soul like the soul of John Wayne. Wagons ho, move 'em out. 'Til the end of the trail, our love will never fail. Wagons ho. 'Til the e
ain't fair, John Sinclair In the stir for breathing air Won't you care for John Sinclair? In the stir for breathing air Let him be, set him free Let him be like you and me They gave him ten for two What else can the judges do? Gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, got
Intro: Priscilla Renea] Seems like your heart stops working The minute they close the curtain You take off your mask And take off your costume And if anyone asks you're taking a small break Drinking some coffee But everyone knows what you're doing Seems
was a lady fine and gay, She looked so neat and trim, She went into her own garden-wall, To see her ships come in. And there she spies her daughter Jane, Who looked so pale and wan: 'Oh, have you had some long sickness, Or lain ye with some y
school at sixteen to become a banker Well he can just f*** off - f***in' tory wanker JOHN MAJOR - FUCK YOU Thinks he's f***in' hard but he'd be out of luck If he came to one of our gigs he'd get kicked to f*** JOHN MAJOR - FUCK YOU "Classless society
long's it been since I was young? Fifteen years since wooden guns, Six years since playing board games was anywhere near fun And it'd be over-dramatic to say the world forgot about me on its way But that's not always enough to keep cursing the whole of the
John Lennon] Help you're making my ears bleed you need a muzzle why are you pissed off all the time didn't your mum give you a cuddle? you're the type of guy who could die of a heart attack just in the shower you need to chill out for a minute and smoke weed for a
legend of high John the Conqueror Hey John the Conqueror Growing on the sunny side I've heard about you From people of a healing kind People of a healing kind They said your name I need to call If I'm sick or down in trouble Or need anything at
ve learnt to kick a ball, but we're not quite cynical And we've written on the wall, John's gay, he's gay And Janet's friends with John and she says that we're all scum He just gets his homework done and won't play not today What will we grow up to be What will w
young maid all in a garden Stange young man, passerby He said, "Fair maid, will you marry me?" This answer was her reply: Oh, no, kind sir, I cannot marry thee For I've a love who sails all on the sea He's been gone for seven years
young maid all in her garden Strange young man came riding by Saying: "Fair young maid, will you marry me?" This then, sir, was her reply "Oh no, kind sir, I cannot marry thee For I've a love who sails the deep salt sea Though he's been gone th
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