PastaJoe
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No, I'm no angel No, I'm no stranger to the streets I've got my label So I won't crumble at your feet And I know, baby So I've got scars upon my cheek And I'm half crazy Come on and love me, baby
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I've got those hup, two, three, four occupation G.I. Blues From my G.I. hair to the heels of my G.I. shoes And if I don't go stateside soon I'm gonna blow my fuse
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Want you to sign your contract Want you to sign today Gonna give you lots of money Workin' For MCA
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Tambourines and elephants are playin' in the band Won't you take a ride on the flyin' spoon? Dood-n-doo-doo Wonderous apparition provided by magician Doo, doo, doo, lookin' out my back door
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She's a witch of trouble in electric blue, In her own mad mind she's in love with you. With you. Now what you gonna do? Strange brew Kill what's inside of you.
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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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Predict the Score: Bills vs Rams
PastaJoe replied to SlimShady'sSpaceForce's topic in The Stadium Wall
Rams 27 Bills 24 -
Isn't it rich? Isn't it *****? Losing my timing this late in my career But where are the clowns? There ought to be clowns Well, maybe next year
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Well, I keep on thinkin' 'bout you Sister Golden Hair surprise And I just can't live without you Can't you see it in my eyes? I've been one poor correspondent And I've been too, too hard to find But it doesn't mean you ain't been on my mind
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I'd like to teach the world to sing In perfect harmony I'd like to hold it in my arms And keep it company
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Ashes to ashes, funk to funky We know Major Tom's a junkie Strung out in heaven's high Hitting an all-time low
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From the North to the South, Ebudæ into Khartoum From the deep sea of Clouds to the island of the moon Carry me on the waves to the lands I've never been Carry me on the waves to the lands I've never seen We can sail, we can sail with the Orinoco Flow We can sail, we can sail (Sail away, sail away, sail away)
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The sky was all purple There were people runnin' everywhere Tryin' to run from the destruction You know I didn't even care Say, say, 2000-00, party over Oops, out of time So tonight I'm gonna party like it's 1999
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There's a fruit store on our street It's run by a Greek. And he keeps good things to eat But you should hear him speak! When you ask him anything, he never answers "no". He just "yes"es you to death, and as he takes your dough He tells you "Yes, we have no bananas We have-a no bananas today.“
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Screams break the silence Waking from the dead of night Vengence is boiling He's returned to kill the light Then when he's found who he's looking for Listen in awe and you'll hear him Bark at the moon
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Just don’t look at the phone. I record many games and start them an hour or more later so I can fast forward through commercials and intermissions. It’s not hard.
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Just record the game and stay off social media. If you don’t know what happened it’s live to you. You can do it, just have some will power.
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Goodbye my friend, it's hard to die When all the birds are singing in the sky Now that the spring is in the air Pretty girls are everywhere Think of me and I'll be there We had joy, we had fun We had seasons in the sun But the hills that we climbed Were just seasons out of time
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Strollin' in the park, watching winter turn to spring Walkin' in the dark, seein' lovers do their thing, ooh That's the time I feel like making love to you That's the time I feel like making dreams come true, oh baby
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So Andy, did you hear about this one? Tell me, are you locked in the punch? Hey Andy, are you goofing on Elvis? "Hey, baby" Are you having fun? If you believed they put a man on the moon (Man on the moon) If you believe there's nothing up his sleeve Then nothing is cool (nothing)
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Some dreams are in the night time And some seem like yesterday But leaves turn brown and fade Ships sail away You long to say a thousand words But seasons change
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You've got to pick up every stitch You've got to pick up every stitch, yeah Beatniks are out to make it rich Oh no, must be the season of the witch Must be the season of the witch, yeah Must be the season of the witch
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And the colours of the sea Bind your eyes with trembling mermaids And you touch the distant beaches With tales of brave Ulysses How his naked ears were tortured By the sirens sweetly singing For the sparkling waves are calling you To kiss their white laced lips
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Watch out now, take care Beware of falling swingers Dropping all around you The pain that often mingles in your fingertips Beware of darkness
