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i've sang you songs of candlelight and razor blades
i've sang you songs of being loved and betrayed
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i've sang you songs of candlelight and razor blades
i've sang you songs of being loved and betrayed
as i stepped to the stage to pick up my degree
and the locusts sang off in the distance
yeah the locusts sang such a sweet melody
as i stepped to the stage to pick up my degree
and the locusts sang off in the distance
yeah the locusts sang such a sweet melody
ok okokokok
j'ai le sang chaud
j'ai le sang chaud
ok okokokok
j'ai le sang chaud
j'ai le sang chaud
eh nique sa mere on fait bagarre sur l'parking
allez le sang
allez on nique tout
eh nique sa mere on fait bagarre sur l'parking
allez le sang
allez on nique tout
here's to those without a name
and the bar sang
ohhh oh-ho oh
here's to those without a name
and the bar sang
ohhh oh-ho oh
here's to those without a name
and the bar sang
ohhh oh-ho oh
here's to those without a name
and the bar sang
ohhh oh-ho oh
au dela de nos differences
des coups de gueule des coups de sang
a force d'echanger nos silences
au dela de nos differences
des coups de gueule des coups de sang
a force d'echanger nos silences
au dela de nos differences
des coups de gueule des coups de sang
a force d'echanger nos silences
au dela de nos differences
des coups de gueule des coups de sang
a force d'echanger nos silences
they came from all around
she sang of all their laughter
she sang of all their pains
they came from all around
she sang of all their laughter
she sang of all their pains
but i hope and i pray you'll forgive me
when i've sang my last hillbilly song
broke the heart of my darling who loved me
but i hope and i pray you'll forgive me
when i've sang my last hillbilly song
broke the heart of my darling who loved me
ett hus
en sang och en saga
ar hela vart liv
ett hus
en sang och en saga
ar hela vart liv
j'te l'donne a la fin du jeu
93 c'est le sang
zongo
j'te l'donne a la fin du jeu
93 c'est le sang
zongo
hakker det
bytt sang
fuck it
hakker det
bytt sang
fuck it
wishing she was there behind the light
the people danced and sang along
on the cardboard stage he never sang it wrong
wishing she was there behind the light
the people danced and sang along
on the cardboard stage he never sang it wrong
oooohhh
som i en gammal sang
att spela pa min grammofon
oooohhh
som i en gammal sang
att spela pa min grammofon
walking down death row
i sang for three men destined for the chair
walking down death row
walking down death row
i sang for three men destined for the chair
walking down death row
and if it's a boy he'll carry a gun
sang the crow on the cradle
and if it should be that this baby is a girl
and if it's a boy he'll carry a gun
sang the crow on the cradle
and if it should be that this baby is a girl
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mister tanner was a cleaner from a town in the midwest. and of all the cleaning shops around he'd made his the best. but he also was a baritone who sang while hanging clothes. he practiced scales while pressing tails and sang at local shows. his friends and neighbors praised the voice that poured out from his throat. they said that he should use his gift instead of cleaning coats. but music was his life
it was not his livelihood
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mister tanner was a cleaner from a town in the midwest. and of all the cleaning shops around he'd made his the best. but he also was a baritone who sang while hanging clothes. he practiced scales while pressing tails and sang at local shows. his friends and neighbors praised the voice that poured out from his throat. they said that he should use his gift instead of cleaning coats. but music was his life
it was not his livelihood
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mister tanner was a cleaner from a town in the midwest. and of all the cleaning shops around he'd made his the best. but he also was a baritone who sang while hanging clothes. he practiced scales while pressing tails and sang at local shows. his friends and neighbors praised the voice that poured out from his throat. they said that he should use his gift instead of cleaning coats. but music was his life
it was not his livelihood
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mister tanner was a cleaner from a town in the midwest. and of all the cleaning shops around he'd made his the best. but he also was a baritone who sang while hanging clothes. he practiced scales while pressing tails and sang at local shows. his friends and neighbors praised the voice that poured out from his throat. they said that he should use his gift instead of cleaning coats. but music was his life
it was not his livelihood
and when sundays came
they sang in the choir
and even the angels had to admire
and when sundays came
they sang in the choir
and even the angels had to admire