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There's a world where I can go And tell my secrets to In my room In my room In this world I lock out All my worries and my fears In my room In my room

Why would it bother you so much to have a team name that honored black pilots, in a sport that’s played by a majority of blacks? The Vikings were white, that’s a fact. Chosen because a large number of Scandinavian immigrants settled in Minnesota. And ignorance on the origin of Bills and Browns doesn’t change the fact that majority black players are playing for teams named after whites. That’s fine, but you being upset about a team potentially being named after blacks is disturbing. And a positive team name associated with other ethnicities would be fine too if the situation arose.

Memories, pressed between the pages of my mind Memories, sweetened through the ages just like wine Quiet thought come floating down And settle softly to the ground Like golden autumn leaves around my feet I touched them and they burst apart with sweet memories Sweet memories

Fox on the run You scream and everybody comes a-running Take a run and hide yourself away Foxy on the run F-foxy Fox on the run And hide away

It’s a start. It would honor the airmen not the players, which would show a recognition of black contributions to America by a team that represents a city with a large black population. There are teams named after white people; Buffalo Bills (Cody), (Paul) Browns, and the Vikings.

I thought an appropriate name would have been the Red Tails to honor the Tuskegee Airmen, as the majority of players are black.

I'm on a Mexican radio I'm on a Mexican radio I wish I was in Tiajuana Eating barbequed iguana I'd take requests on the telephone I'm on a wavelength far from home I feel a hot wind on my shoulder I dial it in from south of the border I hear the talking of the DJ Can't understand just what does he say?

Stars fading but I linger on, dear Still craving your kiss I'm longing to linger till dawn, dear Just saying this Sweet dreams till sunbeams find you Sweet dreams that leave all worries behind you But in your dreams whatever they be Dream a little dream of me

Times have changed and times are strange Here I come, but I ain't the same Mama, I'm coming home Times gone by seems to be You could have been a better friend to me Mama, I'm coming home

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When I was walking in Memphis I was walking with my feet ten feet off of Beale Walking in Memphis But do I really feel the way I feel?

You load sixteen tons, what do you get? Another day older and deeper in debt St. Peter, don't you call me 'cause I can't go I owe my soul to the company store

In 2922 everyone will be plugged into the Matrix, so everyone will see their favorite team win every year.

So hard to find my way Now that I'm all on my own I saw you just the other day My, how you have grown Cast my memory back there, Lord Sometimes I'm overcome thinking 'bout it Making love in the green grass Behind the stadium with you My brown-eyed girl You, my brown-eyed girl

This is the end Beautiful friend This is the end My only friend, the end Of our elaborate plans, the end Of everything that stands, the end No safety or surprise, the end I'll never look into your eyes again

Now the time has come (Time) There's no place to run (Time) I might get burned up by the sun (Time) But I had my fun (Time) I've been loved and put aside (Time) I've been crushed by tumbling tide (Time) And my soul has been psychedelicized (Time)

Come dancing That's how they did it when I was just a kid And when they said "come dancing" My sister always did

And all I can do is keep on telling you I want you (I want you) I need you (I need you) There ain't no way I'm ever gonna love you Now don't be sad (don't be sad 'cause) 'Cause two out of three ain't bad

I hid in the clouded warmth of the crowd But when they said, "Come down," I threw up Ooh, ooh, growin' up

One, two, three, four Shah-la, la-la-la-la live for today Shah-la, la-la-la-la live for today And don't worry 'bout tomorrow hey, hey, hey Shah-la, la-la-la-la live for today Live for today

Oh Lord, won't you buy me a Mercedes Benz? My friends all drive Porsches, I must make amends Worked hard all my lifetime, no help from my friends So Lord, won't you buy me a Mercedes Benz?

Be kind to the people you meet on the way up, because you’re going to meet the same people on the way down - Ralph Kramden, the Honeymooners

Here I go again on my own Goin' down the only road I've ever known Like a drifter I was born to walk alone An' I've made up my mind, I ain't wasting no more time

Blackbird singing in the dead of night Take these broken wings and learn to fly All your life You were only waiting for this moment to arise

So take a good look at my face You'll see my smile looks out of place If you look closer, it's easy to trace The tracks of my tears