| Lyrics | Song |
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| We sit in the car outside you house | |
| Spread out now ____, doctor come out loose her mama's reons | |
| You been hurt and you're all cried out you say | |
| I had a friend was a big baseball player | |
| Lights out tonight, trouble in the heartland... | |
| [...]We learned more from a three minute record than we ever learned in school | |
| I was raised out of steel here in the swamps of Jersey | |
| I had a job, I had a girl, I had something going mister in this world | |
| We played king of the mountain out on the end | |
| The times are tough now, just gettinn tougher | |
| Hey there mister can you tell me what happened to the seeds I've sown | |
| In the day we sweat it out in the streets of a runaway American dream | |
| White roses and misty blue eyes | |
| Take me now baby here as I am | |
| | Lyrics | Song |
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| I'm riding down Kingsley, figurin I'll get a drink | |
| One soft infested summer me and Terry became friends | |
| When the night's quiet and you don't care anymore | |
| The screen door slams, Mary's dress waves | |
| Well my soul checked out missing as I sat listening | |
| Grab your ticket and your suitcase | |
| Friday night's pay night guys fresh out of work | |
| I've been working real hard, trying to get my hands clean | |
| The rangers had a homecoming in Harlem late last night | |
| Once I thought i knew, everything i needed to know about you | |
| I come from down in the valley, where mister when you're young | |
| Driving home she grabs something to eat | |
| Hey, litte dolly with the blue jeans on | |
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Opening Lyrics IV
Figure out the Lyrics (Beatles 3)
Verbose Lyrics
