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Re:Waxing Lyrical 7 Months ago
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It's been a hard day's night.
And I've been working like a dog.
It's been a hard day's night.
I should be sleeping like a log.
But when I get home to you,
I find the things that you do,
Can make me feel alright.
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Life is not measured by the breaths you take, but the times your breath is taken away.
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Re:Waxing Lyrical 7 Months ago
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Feeling good was easy lord,
When Bobby sang the blues.
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There is nothing, abolutely nothing, half so worth doing as simply messing around in boats
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Re:Waxing Lyrical 7 Months ago
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Fergus sings the blues
In bars of twelve of less
I'm a stranger to the land
To this wilderness
All things are possible but happen less and less
This is my country these are my reasons
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Life is not measured by the breaths you take, but the times your breath is taken away.
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Re:Waxing Lyrical 7 Months ago
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Think I'll go out to Alberta,
Weather's good there in the fall.
Got some friends that I can go to working for,
Still I wish you'd change your mind
If I asked you one more time,
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There is nothing, abolutely nothing, half so worth doing as simply messing around in boats
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Re:Waxing Lyrical 7 Months ago
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One more time
For the good times
When love was all we had
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Life is not measured by the breaths you take, but the times your breath is taken away.
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Re:Waxing Lyrical 7 Months ago
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But Angie, Ain't it...
Ain't it good to be alive?
Angie, Angie
You can't say we never tried
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There is nothing, abolutely nothing, half so worth doing as simply messing around in boats
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Re:Waxing Lyrical 7 Months ago
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I'm a cowboy
On this steal horse I ride
I'm wanted
Dead or alive
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Life is not measured by the breaths you take, but the times your breath is taken away.
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Re:Waxing Lyrical 7 Months ago
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I'm a space cowboy
Bet you weren't ready for that
I'm a space cowboy
I'm sure you know where it's at
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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There is nothing, abolutely nothing, half so worth doing as simply messing around in boats
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Re:Waxing Lyrical 7 Months ago
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There is a young cowboy he lives on the range
His horse and his cattle are his only companions
He works in the saddle and he sleeps in the canyons
Waiting for Summer, his pastures to change...
Yee-ha!
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Re:Waxing Lyrical 7 Months ago
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Waiting for the summer, we'll be laughing,
We'll be dancing, shining in the sun,
You're my beautiful one.
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We're flat broke, but hey, we do it in style
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