in this afternoon Clearly we will have to turn and come home soon Living in this afternoon Clearly we will have to turn and come home soon
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white boys, that bump my shit I got this game locked, and I lost the key And it seem like everybody, want sumthin for free And now all the hoes say, they comin
how we'd get on without them Songs, you can hum them, whistle or shout them Songs can keep you company when you're alone So find a song and you'll be halfway home
the cue Lisa Lipps Was a Rolling Stone, huh Yeah, wherever she slap slob wasn't home And now she's gone, ain't no sun Shine meaning she's gone Hum
hello to Hey L.A., I'm comin' your way Some people sit on their butts Got the dream, yeah but not the guts That's living for some people For some hum
comin' ova? Eh man what I tell ya earlier man I'll be through there man Uhh, I've been watin' for ya since you left me Sss, that's how you feel? Hum hum hum
right". Comin' home, babe, Yeah, hey, comin' home, babe, Yeah, yeah, comin' home, babe Yeah, yeah, comin' home, babe Hey, hey, comin' home, babe
' (With the wheels a-singin' hum, ho) Right from the day I heard them start (I heard the wheels a-singin') 'Cross the Kansas plains through New Mexico (Across the plains, hum
never follow the code Still dropped a load Never question what I am, God knows Cause it's comin from the heart What I got better get some (um hum) Hustler
said hello to. Hey, L.A., I'm comin' your way! Some people sit on their butts; got the dream, yeah, but not the guts. That's living for some people, for some hum
just who we were And in the end we bend but easily break We're taking to the trees and holes And the orphan boy is comin' home Reek of smoke signals
phones, no visitors Man I can't wait to go home Who's that baller, should I, I wanna go home I said a who, who's that baller, baby, I wanna go home Mama
the thicket of rattle ?K trust me, we?¦s gonna bust the, abstract forms comin original, to superirrational norms, tickle my fin comin along, swim through
I won't let ya escape Face-to-real on point-to-train-to kill beyond the violated area When the smoke clears the area,rather we toast So at home I blaze
the two background singers, the groupies Are Marjorie and Ellie Diamond. And moral support is Rosie and Kieve (No, Neil Diamond) OK here we go What a beautiful noise Comin
