| Lyrics | Song | Artist |
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| Any way the wind blows. . . . | |
| We hope that you choke. | |
| Of the beginning, of the beginning . . . . | |
| When we get back/I'll drop a line. | |
| Sitting here wishing on a cement floor/Just wishing that I had just something you wore | |
| I won't forget to put roses on your grave. | |
| He don't like his boring job, no/Let them know, let them know | |
| I wanna shoot the whole day down. | |
| Stike, dear mistress, and cure his heart. | |
| I said it once before/but it bears repeating! | |
| I've got the spirit, but lose the feeling/Feeling, feeling, feeling, feeling . . . . | |
| Jai guru deva, jai guru deva . . . . | |
| In the summertime, in the summertime . . . . | |
| | Lyrics | Song | Artist |
|---|
| And if the nazz don't help me, baby/You better forget about me, too. | |
| Subtle innuendos follow/There must be something inside | |
| Fly away on my zephyr/We're gonna live forever | |
| And the spiderman is always hungry . . . . | |
| Life is very long/When you're lonely . . . . | |
| Of the time, of the time/When I've been loved . . . . | |
| Sister of mine, home again, sister of mine . . . . | |
| She cannot miss a vein. | |
| Did you stand by me? No, not at all/Did you stand by me? No way. | |
| Wear your hair long, babe, you can't go wrong . . . . | |
| I tell you to enjoy life/I wish I could, but it's too late. | |
| The memories offer signs that it's over, it's over . . . . | |
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