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I don't believe in angels
Well, at least not in yours
But I believe in the sensation
of holding you close
And I don't believe in exile
at least not how you practise it
but I'm willing to regret
all the travels I made
all the triumphs in my book
'cause I'm afraid
that they took me away from you
-So, don't be upset
'cause your bottleneck barbiturate
ain't helping you out
-It wasn't meant to be
a hole in the ground
Don't make me wait
'cause your bottleneck barbiturate
is letting you down
'cause I know other ways
of getting a
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Originally performed by The Beatles
The long and winding road,
That lead to your door
Will never disappear,
I've see that road before.
It's always leads me here -
Leads me to your door.
The while and windy night,
That a rain washed a way,
Has left a pool of tears,
Crying for the day.
Why leave me standing here,
Let me know the way.
Many time I've been along
And many time I've cried,
Anyway you'll never know
The many ways I've tried.
But still they lead me back,
To the long winding road,
Don't leave me standing here,
Le
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On the streets where you live girls talk about their social lives
They're made of lipstick plastic and paint, a touch of sable in their eyes
All your life, all your life, all you've asked is whens your Daddy gonna talk to you
But you were living in another world tryin' to get a message through
No one heard a single word you said
They should have seen in it your eyes, what was going round your head
Ooh, shes a little runaway
Daddys girl learned fast all those things he couldn't say
Ooh, shes a little runaway
A different line every night, guarenteed to blow you
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You can shake an apple off an aplle tree
Shake-a, shake- suger,
But you'll never shake me
Uh-uh-uh
No-sir-ee, uh, uh
I'm gonna stick like glue,
Stick because I'm
Stuck on you
Gonna run my fingers thru your long black hair
Squeeze you tighter than a grizzly bear
Uh-uh-uh,
Yes-sir-ee, uh, uh
I'm gonna stick like glue
Stick, because I'm
Stuck on you
Hide in the kitchen, hide in the hall
Ain't gonna do you no good at all
'Cause once I catch ya and the kissin' starts
A team o' wild horses couldn't tear us apart
Try to take a tiger fro
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