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| 2:59 | 
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| 2. |
| 5:02 |
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| 3. |
| 7:10 |
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| 4. |
| 3:03 |
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| 5. |
| 5:11 |
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| 6. |
| 2:40 |
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| 7. |
| 2:14 |
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| 8. |
| 2:40 |
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| 9. |
| 3:14 |
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| 10. |
| 4:37 |
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| 11. |
| 3:35 |
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| 12. |
| 1:58 |
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| 13. |
| 3:21 |
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| 14. |
| 6:59 |
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| 15. |
| 11:12 |
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| 16. |
| 4:50 |
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| 17. |
| 4:42 |
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| 1. |
| 1:55 |
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| 2. |
| 1:55 |
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| 3. |
| 1:54 |
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| 4. |
| 3:26 |
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| 5. |
| 1:49 |
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| 6. |
| 1:29 |
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| 7. |
| 2:01 |
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| 8. |
| 2:49 |
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| 9. |
| 3:48 |
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| 10. |
| 1:21 |
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| 11. |
| 1:20 |
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| 12. |
| 1:59 |
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| 13. |
| 2:52 |
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| 14. |
| 3:19 |
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| 15. |
| 2:41 |
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| 16. |
| 3:22 |
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| 17. |
| 13:03 |
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| 18. |
| 3:33 |
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| 19. |
| 3:22 |
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| 20. |
| 3:24 |
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| 21. |
| 3:11 |
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| 22. |
| 3:16 |
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| 1. |
| 3:02 | 
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Strolling down the highway
I'm gonna to get there my way Dusk 'till dawn I'm walking Can you hear my guitar rockin'? While I stroll on down, on down the highway People think I'm a crazy But lord above ain't lazy The sun shines all day long The garlic's far too strong While I stroll on down, on down the highway While I stroll on down, on down the highway The cars won't stop for no one They'd all think your just a rollin' bum They think you are a spy Gonna shoot them as a they go by No, the cars they won't stop, won't stop for no one Strolling down the highway I'm gonna to get there my way Dusk 'till dawn I'm walking Can you hear my guitar rockin'? While I stroll on down, on down the highway |
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| 2. |
| 3:09 |
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| 3. |
| 2:20 |
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Runnin' runnin' from home,
Breakin' ties that you'd grown Catchin' dreams from the clouds The city sounds burn your soul Turn your head to the cries Of loneliness in the night Just like a fly when it's caught The spider soon takes it's prey Spins a dance round your heart Give me your beauty and age A pleasure pleasing my mind Your heart will shatter and fall Step on pavements so old Cast a glance at the young Girls a-making their way The passing image of you Reflects a pain to my heart And disappears in a crowd Runnin' runnin' from home Breakin' ties that you'd grown Catchin' dreams from the clouds |
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| 4. |
| 3:17 |
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When sadness fills your heart
And sorrow hides the longing to be free When things go wrong each day You fix your mind to a?scape your misery Your troubled young life Had made you turn To a needle of death How strange, your happy words Have ceased to bring a smile from everyone How tears have filled the eyes Of friends that you once had walked among Your troubled young life Had made you turn To a needle of death One grain of pure white snow Dissolved in blood spread quickly to your brain In peace your mind withdraws Your death so near your soul can't feel no pain Your troubled young life Had made you turn To a needle of death Your mother stands a'cryin' While to the earth your body's slowly cast Your father stands in silence Caressing every young dream of the past Your troubled young life Had made you turn To a needle of death Through ages, man's desires To free his mind, to release his very soul Has proved to all who live That death itself is freedom for evermore And your troubled young life Will make you turn To a needle of death |
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| 5. |
| 4:24 |
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| 6. |
| 3:30 |
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| 7. |
| 3:41 |
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| 8. |
| 1:38 |
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| 9. |
| 1:53 |
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| 10. |
| 1:37 |
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| 11. |
| 4:18 |
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Drawing water from the well,
spilling over on the grass, walking homeward, my heart is filled with pain, woe -oh oh oh oh is me, go your way my love, go your way my love. Drawing water from the well, spilling over on the grass, walking homeward, my heart is filled with pain, woe -oh oh oh oh is me go your way my love, go your way my love. |
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| 12. |
| 2:16 |
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| 13. |
| 2:47 |
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| 14. |
| 1:44 |
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| 15. |
| 2:38 |
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| 16. |
| 2:13 |
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| 17. |
| 3:12 |
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I once thought I did know all about it
Since the rain falls, the wind blows and the sun shines Don't you know that your creator is a'running out of ideas? I know that I might die from poison Invisible hanging there in the sunlight And don't you know that your creator is a'running out of ideas? If I was you I'd be friendly to your neighbour Be glad that he don't want to be your enemy For don't you know that your creator is a'running out of ideas? |
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| 18. |
| 2:27 |
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| 19. |
| 2:56 |
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| 20. |
| 1:57 |
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| 21. |
| 4:01 |
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When I was in service in Rosemary Lane
I won the goodwill of my master and did I Till a sailor came there one night to lay And that was the beginning of my misery He called for a candle to light him to bed And likewise a silk handkerchief to tie up his head To tie up his head as sailors will do And he said my Pretty Polly will you come too Now this maid being young and foolish she thought it no harm For to lie into bed to keep herself warm And what was done there I will never disclose But I wish that short night had been seven long years Next morning this sailor so early arose And into my apron three guineas did throw Saying take this I will give and more I will do If you'll be my Polly wherever I go Now if it's a boy he will fight for the king And if it's a girl she will wear a gold ring She will wear a gold ring and a dress all aflame And remember my service in Rosemary Lane When I was in service in Rosemary Lane I won the goodwill of my master and did I Till a sailor came there one night to lay And that was the beginning of my misery |
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| 22. |
| 5:06 |
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