girl. She's always chasing rainbows. So what, she's my girl. She's counting the stars. So what she's my girl. She's pressed against the window-She
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my girl. She's always chasing rainbows. So what, she's my girl. She's counting the stars. So what she's my girl. She's pressed against the window
? And who would clean the sewers? Who'd mend my television? Wouldn't people lay about without some supervision? Who'd drive the fire engines? Who'd fix
On a hot summer's night in the year of '75 Jimmy Doyle took his child bride Amanda for a drive She was only seventeen, he just lived to see her smile
God break Your silence and let Your justice shine forth Show some mercy, Oh Lord 'Cause I can see a people dispossessed Broken and brave in the face of so much fear Driven
running after you? And who would clean the sewers? Who'd mend my television? Wouldn't people lay about without some supervision? Who'd drive the fire
to Rome, earned right of an empire Inferiority a sickness, only cured by ambition Desire for revenge, fucking drive, determination Proof of power, eradication
. you press on... a soft bicycle wheel chained up behind a savage looking pair of women's dress shoes, abandoned to the left of a tire tread pressed
(R. Stewart, K. Savigar) On a hot summer's night In the year of '75 Jimmy Doyle took his child bride Amanda, for a drive She was only seventeen He just
: (R. Stewart, K. Savigar) On a hot summer's night In the year of '75 Jimmy Doyle took his child bride Amanda, for a drive She was only seventeen He
came running after you? And who would clean the sewers? Who'd mend my television? Wouldn't people lay about without some supervision? Who'd drive the
tittle-tattle Now I'm in a jail cell With a hundred thousand dollar bill Oh hell, the bigger homies can't help me G I dummied up press my luck Now I'm
they mince words for the better And maybe I like cheddar but I like to call it blessings Cause it's got nothing to do with what I drive or how I'm dressin
