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Rocky We were in a park and I could jump so far. Seems that all I'd ever done, is smoking pot out in the car. And this fear faded in, .......in my old school. He says "Ben, we both know you're a saint, I've been running through these fields it's such a lovely place you drink, is it your imagination, it's been years since I've been on my feet?" Now it's Rocky's day, and it's on it's way. Sun won't be coming out today. Now it's Rocky's day, and it's time he went away. Sun won't be coming out today. Now I recall, but I don't know who, told me Rocky was a runner, won a medal back in school. Now at Christmas Momma says, you go up in Rocky's room. And as we watch the sun go down, he thanks me for my dreams. He says "I know you think you are, but you're not completely free. The man who's seen the spectre of.... is completely free." Now it's Rocky's day, and it's on it's way. Sun won't be coming out today. Now it's Rocky's day, and it's on it's way. Sun won't be coming out today. Then he smiled, and he turned and walked away. He said over his shoulder, "I'll be gone when you're awake." Now it's Rocky's day, and it's on it's way. Sun won't be coming out today. Now it's Rocky's day, and it's on it's way. Sun won't be coming out today. |
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Cool Whip don't sound too cool, like lovey-dovey honey-bunny, give us all a break dude. You're checking out. Cool whip. Oh Oh Oh. Cool Whip. Oh Oh Oh. Cool whip. Oh Oh Oh. Cool Whip. Oh Oh Oh. That tops it off, we think you'd better cool it down. |
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Guilty white boy, won't you turn me in? Always had it easy, charge me for my sins Ain't been through the slavery, ain't been through the cotton fields Through the back of a ....., cos I'm guilty Ain't been through the slavery, ain't been through the cotton fields Through the back of a ....., cos I'm guilty Broken bones and bruises, Daddy brought the ball this far But living on his shoulders, he passed it with his car I've been through the little league, a 9 years old in the social arena Oh baby gonna be an appeal, cos I'm guilty I've been through the little league, a 9 years old in the social arena Oh baby gonna be an appeal, cos I'm guilty Always had it easy my future's in the mail Every reason to succeed, every chance to fail Ain't got nothing on nobody, ....... When I found that opportunity, ......... ........ World War II, ........ Vietnam I spent my life ........ .my pals And now I'm guilty Ain't been through the slavery, ain't been through the cotton fields Through the back of a ....., cos I'm guilty I've been through the little league, a 9 years old in the social arena Oh baby gonna be an appeal, cos I'm guilty You wonder why we fall on top of everyone You wonder why we're no fun Cos we're guilty |
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Protection Tourists wear their wallets in odd places when abroad, so as not to be ripped off and ways to .......... Lawyers write some goofy terms in letters to the future, so as not to be all screwed by........ So will I. And I guess I will protect myself from you. Sometimes I get so tickled I just can't talk. I will protect myself from you. I'll keep on reminding me, I'm always free, I'm always free to walk. You're not exactly what I'm looking for, You don't even know that when I've got it straight, now keep it in mind, No you're not what I was looking for. I just need a little more of what you've got. A little bit dumb, make me laugh. And I guess I will protect myself from you. Sometimes I get so tickled I just can't talk. I will protect myself from you. I'll keep on reminding me, I'm always free, I'm always free to walk. .......................different country anyway. Whatever happens between you and me today, probably will be OK, but it won't bother me anyway. And I guess I will protect myself from you. Sometimes I get so tickled I just can't talk. I will protect myself from you. I'll keep on reminding me, I'm always free, I'm always free to walk. Always free. Free to walk. You can't hurt me 'cos I don't care about you. I don't give a shit about you. |
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Kalamazoo running my mouth Ran up a tab and all the way back to Kalamazoo All the way back home I was surely stoned, now I'm sober in my yard Can you believe I was there? Can you believe I've been anywhere else? There was a time, almost forgot, we had been drifting all the way to Kalamazoo And I said that I loved you too All the way back home There's a little joke, I just made up How many of me would it take to screw up your life? One to settle down, one to turn you around Now I'm sober in my yard I would say you had to be there, now I regret that you're still there Seems like you've been frozen, frozen there in time Waving your goodbyes Up to the sky You place on the ..... has faded away Used to be lost in more than one way Kalamazoo, don't you know that I've been there too And it'd put your mind more at ease If you'd say those words of release All the way back home |
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Mitchell Lane bliss, sunshine is amiss Happy when you're cold, wanna be alone He's a lot of steam, she's a lot of breath Takes a lot to see, takes a lot to beg And it's just like Mitchell Lane, everything's the same Wanna kill your friends, reminded you of when Happy when you're stoned, wanna be old And it's just like Mitchell Lane, everything's the same So go on, go on and complain Remember when we were 15, and Robbie made that stupid face all day I guess he made his point, cos I'm still here when I could be anywhere Having isn't bliss, sunshine is amiss And it's just like Mitchell Lane, everything's the same So go on, go on and complain |
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