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pressure Porche Panamera platinum hammer through the metal wreck the booth up, I'm too tough that inner city grammer step your jewels up, they bruised up I'll sparkle
When I wake up in the morning I smell your smell God knows that I'm not doing well You're my Clementine, my sweet sunshine A sparkling diamond in your
The hillside was a patchwork quilt Neatly stitched with tidy hedge And crumbling grey stone wall The trees were bare, but Spring was near To conjure
Ural Woods Under Marbled Cloudy Sky I Go Away... Away... Lost In The Forest Marshes I See No Sunlight I Roam Solely Being Worn With Grey Fur Burdened
And she sparkles her surprise The marvels of the milky way Are but a candle to her I kissed but she did not kiss back Temptations of the saints And though
party ain't a party if you don't bring a sack Or your own 12-Pack or this 12 on the wax I detail every track to make a sentence sparkle Giving thoughts
[M: Beretta/L: Beretta, Cappellari] Sparkling in the sun Armed of steel and leather we are Our red sign over the shield is symbol of death Hate in the
(anderson/berenyi) Carmen tells me what she's done Says she's having fun Wants to be a mom Copper hair and golden smile Sparkles all the while But life
whiten, aspens quiver, Little breezes dusk and shiver Thro' the wave that runs for ever By the island in the river Flowing down to Camelot. Four grey walls, and four grey
good book at bedtime no longer suffices The bottle of whiskey just one of my vices It might help me to sleep There you are with your golden brown skin The sparkling
like gold in the sun... but it would still yield to our swords and spears, no matter how it sparkled. The Roman scoundrel, Governor Suetonius Paullinus
heart Never I won't come back someday, becouse it's over But your fantasy can still survive inside your mind Northwinds, slipping, inside my old bones Firestorm, sparkling
rides, my head implodes The atmosphere in this car, a mirror of my skull Wet, damp, windows dripping and misted with cold Walls of grey, nothing good
glitter like gold tooth caps In the grey decay They chew the last few dollars off Old Beale Street's carcass Carrion and mercy, blue and silver sparkling
I'm packing away the blacks and the greys and the charcoal The yellows and golds and all of those that sparkle There's a rainbow in my heart There's
s a world outside of Yonkers Way out there beyond this hick town, Barnaby There's a slick town, Barnaby Out there Full of shine and full of sparkle Close