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once Time marches on Time marches on You know the young gets old And the old gets cold Time marches on Time marches on Time marches on Time marches
No one makes a loop around me No one round here makes a decision No one makes a loop around me - ahhhhhh ah Everybody's trying to leave Millions left
us to see If you treat your life like a bar room fight you'll die stinking of gin No drunkards allowed in Heaven, no sinners will get in Walk tall (
You were God's best creation But I didn't know what I had Till it was too late When a man's getting older Seems the young girls get bolder And temptations
I recall when they would say No one lives for just one day Don't keep hopes that can't be sold Don't chase rainbows just their gold Tried it their way
I Walk On Guilded Splinters (Mac Rebennack, a.k.a. Dr. John Creaux) Some people think they jive me But I know they must be crazy Don't see dey misfortune
Every time you turn around, you wear another face Every time I look away, I find a hiding place If you knew me like you knew him, you would know just
And then there were uniforms We're marching in Milan We're marching in Milan
Who's that in the big japanese car? Dealing sushi from a german bar Well no one knows but he won't get far I took my tomahawk for a satellite walk I
Shadows fallin' in my room Ghost riders dancin' on the moon Night is closin' in again Clutchin' to my tremblin' bed Call your name 'til I'm out of my
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I love to see you walk I'm crazy 'bout your walk I love to see you walk You my babe, I got my eyes on you You got dimples in your jaw You got dimples
[Unverified] spotted the ocean At the head of the trail Where are we goin' so far away? And somebody told me That this is the place Where everything'
Yli metsA¤n, pellon, kirkonkellot Ne kumeana kaikaa sunnuntain Mustissaan oli pappi ja suku Mutta joku siitA¤ haudalta puuttui kai Vanhempi veli meni
When you came walking down the street I felt my poor hart skip a beat Why did you say that we were through Why do you treat me like you do You said you
us to see If you treat life like a bar room fight You'll die stinking of gin No drunkards are allowed in heaven No sinners will get in Walk tall Yeah
