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I’d say yes, as long as they’re not left alone.

Moving eight miles a minute for months at a time Breaking all of the rules that would bend I began to find myself searchin' Searching for shelter again and again Against the wind A little something against the wind I found myself seeking shelter against the wind

Climbing up on Solsbury HillI could see the city lightWind was blowing, time stood stillEagle flew out of the nightHe was something to observeCame in close, I heard a voiceStanding, stretching every nerveHad to listen, had no choiceI did not believe the informationJust had to trust imaginationMy heart going boom, boom, boom"Son", he said, "grab your things, I've come to take you home"

Not W or a Paul, but is a politician.

W can’t play guitar.

Truckin', up to BuffaloBeen thinkin', you got to mellow slowIt takes time, you pick a place to goAnd just keep truckin' on

This guy is in sports.

Cinnamon let me in Cinnamon let me in Sha la, la, la, la, la, la Sha la, la, la, la, la, la One potato, two potato Three potato, four Open up Cinnamon I want more Five potato, six potato Seven potato, eight Sock it to me Cinnamon I can't wait

Kirk Douglas, Robert Conrad, and my friend for 30 years all died this past week. ?

I left Buffalo for Syracuse in 1970 because of my father’s job. Had stops in Milwaukee, Houston, Tyler, and Albany before coming back to Syracuse. And then my family all moved back to Buffalo, but I’m still in Syracuse.

Candy on the beach, there's nothing better But I like candy when it's wrapped in a sweater Some day soon I'll make you mine Then I'll have candy all the time I want candy I want candy

It's love, Brother Love sayBrother Love's Travelling Salvation ShowPack up the babiesAnd grab the old ladiesAnd everyone goes'Cause everyone knows'Bout Brother Love's show

Well, bless my soul, what's wrong with me?I'm itching like a man on a fuzzy treeMy friends say I'm actin' ***** as a bugI'm in love, I'm all shook upUh huh huh, oh, hey, yeah, yeah

Ch-ch-ch-ch-changesTurn and face the strangeCh-ch-changesOoh, look out, you rock 'n' rollersCh-ch-ch-ch-changesTurn and face the strangeCh-ch-changesPretty soon now you're gonna get olderTime may change meBut I can't trace timeI said that time may change meBut I can't trace time

But there ain't no doubt girl, down hereWe ain't gonna take what they're handing outWhen I'm out in the streetI walk the way I want to walkWhen I'm out in the streetI talk the way I want to talkBaby, out in the street I don't feel sad or blueBaby, out in the street I'll be waiting for you

I’d let her boil my crawfish.

No, but he does still appear on tv.

It's a beautiful mornin'I think I'll go outside a while,An just smile.Just take in some clean fresh air, boyAin't no sense in stayin' insideIf the weather's fine and you got the time.It's your chance to wake up and plan another brand new day.Either way,It's a beautiful mornin'Each bird keeps singin' his own song.So longI've got to be on my way, now.Ain't no fun just hangin' around,I've got to cover ground, you couldn't keep me down.It just ain't no good if the sun shinesWhen you're still inside,Shouldn't hide, still inside, shouldn't hide,

Right type of job, but not Ted.

Welcome to the Grand illusion Come on in and see what's happening Pay the price, get your tickets for the show The stage is set, the band starts playing Suddenly your heart is pounding Wishing secretly you were a star

Not a singer.