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Just got home from Illinois, lock the front door, oh boy!
Got to sit down, take a rest on the porch
Imagination sets in, pretty soon I'm singin'
Doo, doo, doo, lookin' out my back door
 
Giant doin' cartwheels, statue wearin' high heels
Look at all the happy creatures dancin' on the lawn
Dinosaur Victrola list'nin' to Buck Owens
Doo, doo, doo, lookin' out my back door
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Down with disease
And I'm up before the dawn
A thousand barefoot children outside dancing on my lawn
And I keep
Waiting for the time when I can finally say
That this has all been wonderful but now I'm on my way
But when I think it's time to leave it all behind
I try to find a way but there's nothing I can say to make it stop
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Up with the sun, gone with the wind,
She always said I was lazy.
Leaving my home, leaving my friends,
Running when things get too crazy.
Out to the road, out 'neath the stars,
Feeling the breeze, passin' the cars.

 

Women have come, women have gone,
Everyone trying to cage me.
Some were so sweet, I barely got free,
Others, they only enraged me.
Sometimes at night, I see their faces,
I feel the traces they've left on my soul.
Those are the memories that made me a wealthy soul,
I tell you, those are the memories that made me a wealthy soul.

 

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(I hope I don't get sued for reprinting this)

 

There's a lady who's sure
All that glitters is gold
And she's buying a stairway to heaven

When she gets there she knows, if the stores are all closed
With a word she can get what she came for.

 

 

 

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Somebody once told me the world is gonna roll me
I ain't the sharpest tool in the shed
She was looking kind of dumb with her finger and her thumb
In the shape of an "L" on her forehead


Well the years start coming and they don't stop coming
Fed to the rules and I hit the ground running
Didn't make sense not to live for fun
Your brain gets smart but your head gets dumb
So much to do, so much to see
So what's wrong with taking the back streets?
You'll never know if you don't go
You'll never shine if you don't glow


Hey now, you're an all-star, get your game on, go play
Hey now, you're a rock star, get the show on, get paid
And all that glitters is gold
Only shooting stars break the mold

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Don't know much about history
Don't know much biology
Don't know much about a science book
Don't know much about the French I took

 

But I do know that I love you
And I know that if you love me, too
What a wonderful world this would be

 

Don't know much about geography
Don't know much trigonometry
Don't know much about algebra
Don't know what a slide rule is for

 

But I do know one and one is two
And if this one could be with you
What a wonderful world this would be

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"One is the loneliest number that you'll ever do
Two can be as bad as one
It's the loneliest number since the number one

No is the saddest experience you'll ever know
Yes, it's the saddest experience you'll ever know

'Cause one is the loneliest number that you'll ever do
One is the loneliest number, whoa-oh, worse than two..."

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It's been one week since you looked at me
Cocked your head to the side and said I'm angry
Five days since you laughed at me saying
Get that together come back and see me
Three days since the living room,
I realized it's all my fault, but couldn't tell you
Yesterday you'd forgiven me
But it'll still be two days till I say I'm sorry

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Look at me 
I'm as helpless as a kitten up a tree
And I feel like I'm clingin' to a cloud
I can't understand
I get misty, just holding your hand
 
Walk my way
And a thousand violins begin to play
Or it might be the sound of your hello
That music I hear
I get misty whenever you're near

 

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I have to be careful not to preach
I can't pretend that I can teach
And yet I've lived your future out
By pounding stages like a clown


And on the dance floor broken glass
The bloody faces slowly pass
The numbered seats in empty rows
It all belongs to me you know

 

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...When he drove down the street in his Maserati, Pablo Picsso was never called an azshole, not like you..,

 

( part of the sound track from Repo Man) 

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The VCR and the DVD
There was none of that crap
Back in 1970
We didn't know about a
World Wide Web
It was a whole different game
Being played back when I was a kid

 

Want to get down in a cool way
Picture yourself on a beautiful day
Big bell bottoms and groovy long hair
Just walkin' in style with a portable CD player
No you'd listen to the music on the

 

AM radio 

 

(kind of funny that this song is also outdated)

 

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Bell bottom blues, you made me cry.
I don't want to lose this feeling.
And if I could choose a place to die
It would be in your arms.

 

Do you want to see me crawl across the floor to you?
Do you want to hear me beg you to take me back?
I'd gladly do it because
I don't want to fade away.
Give me one more day, please.
I don't want to fade away.
In your heart I want to stay.

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So you do what you want
And pretend again that it's time to roam 'cause you can't go home
Maybe you'll find your way today,
But while you're at it you'll have some fun
And through tears of laughter
You know it's nothing until you find someone
You wouldn't miss it
You don't care if it's day or night

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Everybody's dancin' down the local armory
With a basement full of dynamite and live artillery.
The temperature keeps risin', everybody gettin' high;
Come the rockin' stroke of midnite, the whole place gonna fly.

Huh, Hey! Saturday Night!
Yea, ahah, one more Saturday night,
Hey Saturday night!

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Flying on a free flight
Driving all night
With my machinery
'Cause I got the power


Any hour
To show the man in me
I got reputations
Blown to pieces
With my artillery

 

I'll be guided in
We'll be ridin'
Given what you got to me

 

Don't you struggle
Don't you fight
Don't you worry
'Cause it's your turn tonight

 

Let me put my love into you, babe
Let me put my love on the line
Let me put my love into you, babe
Let me cut your cake with my knife

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If you feel that it's real I'm on trial
And I'm here in your prison
Like a coin in your mint
I am dented and I'm spent with high treason
 
Through a glass eye your throne
Is the one danger zone
Take me to the pilot for control
Take me to the pilot of your soul
 
Take me to the pilot
Lead me through the chamber
Take me to the pilot
I am but a stranger
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She told me she worked
In the morning and started to laugh
I told her I didn't
And crawled off to sleep in the bath

 

And when I awoke I was alone
This bird had flown
So I lit a fire
Isn't it good Norwegian wood?

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