PastaJoe
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Why does the sun go on shining? Why does the sea rush to shore? Don't they know it's the end of the world 'Cause you don't love me anymore? Why does my heart go on beating? Why do these eyes of mine cry? Don't they know know it's the end of the world? It ended when you said goodbye
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When I kiss you I feel a thousand different feelings A cover of chills All over my body And when I feel them I quickly try to decide which one I should try to put into words, woah oh Try to put into words Oh oh oh oh oh oh woah oh oh oh Oh oh oh oh oh oh woah oh oh oh Only the beginning Only just the start
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Is that what they mean by “a pump and dump”?
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Precious love, I'll give to you Blue as the sky and deep In the eyes of a love so true Beautiful face, you make me feel Light on the stairs and lost In the air of a love so real You can count on me Count on my love Count on me Count on my love To see you through
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Burn out the day Burn out the night I can't see no reason to put up a fight I'm living for givin' the devil his due And I'm burnin', I'm burnin', I'm burnin' for you
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I live my life like there's no tomorrow And all I've got, I had to steal Least I don't need to beg or borrow Yes I'm livin' at a pace that kills Ooh, yeah (Ahh) Runnin' with the Devil
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And you can tell everybody this is your song It may be quite simple, but now that it's done I hope you don't mind, I hope you don't mind that I put down in words How wonderful life is while you're in the world
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I'm in the phone booth, it's the one across the hall If you don't answer, I'll just ring it off the wall I know he's there, but I just had to call Don't leave me hanging on the telephone Don't leave me hanging on the telephone
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That coyote is really a crazy clown, When will he learn that he never can mow him down? Poor little Road Runner never bothers anyone, Just runnin' down the road's his idea of having fun.
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It used to be when I'd see a girl that I liked I'd get out my book and write down her name But when the grass got a little greener on the other side I'd just tear out that page But then I fooled around and fell in love I fooled around and fell in love, since I met you baby I fooled around and fell in love I fooled around and fell in love
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When the lights go down in the California town People are in for the evening I jump into my car and I throw in my guitar My heart beat time with my breathin' Drivin' over Kanan, singin' to my soul There's people out there turnin' music into gold
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Jet With the wind in your hair of a thousand laces Climb on the back and we'll go for a ride in the sky And Jet, I thought that the major was a little lady suffragette Jet, Jet
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I like big butts and I cannot lie You other brothers can't deny That when a girl walks in with an itty bitty waist And a round thing in your face You get sprung, want to pull up tough 'Cause you noticed that butt was stuffed Deep in the jeans she's wearing I'm hooked and I can't stop staring Oh baby, I wanna get wit'cha And take your picture
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"Come on home, girl" Mama cried on the phone "Too soon to lose my baby yet, my girl should be at home" But try to understand, try to understand Try, try, try to understand, he's a magic man, Mama, ah He's a magic man
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First down if they mark it where he stretched the ball out to. -
Probably quite comfortable with the money he gets from it.
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Looks like the ball was moving when he hit the ground. Not conclusive enough to overturn.
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Expect some missed throws and dropped balls due to the wind and cold.
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Ever hear of Bill Belichek?
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If you don't love me Why don't you tell me Instead of runnin' around With all the other guys in town Can't you see You're hurtin' me Don't you care (don't you care), don't you care
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You gotta slow down (slow down), sweet talkin' woman (slow down) You've got me runnin' (run, run), you've got me searchin' Hold on (hold on), sweet talkin' lover (hold on) It's so sad if that's the way it's over
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In the shuffling madness Of the locomotive breath Runs the all-time loser Headlong to his death Oh, he feels the piston scraping Steam breaking on his brow Old Charlie stole the handle And the train it won't stop Oh no way to slow down
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Consider yourself at home Consider yourself one of the family We've taken to you so strong It's clear we're going to get along Consider yourself well in Consider yourself part of the furniture There isn't a lot to spare Who cares? Whatever we've got, we share
