Topic: To find a queen | |
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without a king
they say she plays guitar and cries, and sings |
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spent my days with a woman unkind...smoked my stuff and drank all my wine...
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Ride a white mare in the footsteps of dawn
Tryin to find a woman whos never, never, never been born |
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locomotive breath
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You gotta drag?
Ok... leaving thread now :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: |
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In the shuffling madess
of the locomotive breath, runs the all-time loser, headlong to his death |
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La la la la la.
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without a king they say she plays guitar and cries, and sings |
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la la la LA TIS THE SEASON TO BE JOLLY
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Edited by
CharmaineCharmaine
on
Wed 08/27/08 07:05 PM
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In the shuffling madess of the locomotive breath, runs the all-time loser, headlong to his death He can feel the world closing in like the bullies at school breaking his bones so they shatter each sound echos and falls on the dying wings of defeat beating faster and faster |
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