| First Line | Song Title |
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| Oh, my love, my darling, I've hungered for your touch | |
| I see trees of green, red roses too | |
| City girls just seem to find out early | |
| And now, the end is near | |
| You can dance; You can jive; Having the time of your life | |
| When you're weary; Feeling small | |
| When I find myself in times of trouble, Mother Mary comes to me. | |
| It must have been cold there in my shadow. | |
| Strumming my pain with his fingers | |
| The warden threw a party in the county jail | |
| I am just a poor boy though my story's seldom told | |
| When I think back on all the crap I've learned in high school | |
| On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair | |
| Well, I'm a runnin' down the road tryin' to loosen my load | |
| She was more like a beauty queen from a movie scene | |
| | First Line | Song Title |
|---|
| I made it through the wilderness; somehow I made it through | |
| Risin' up, back on the street. Did my time, took my chances. | |
| I close my eyes only for a moment and the moment's gone. | |
| Well, we were just another band out of Boston. | |
| Wildwood flower grew wild on the farm and we never knowed what it was called. | |
| Don't know why there's no sun up in the sky. | |
| We don't need no education. | |
| Oh, baby, baby. Oh, baby, baby. | |
| Once upon a time you dressed so fine. | |
| You walked into the party like you were walking onto a yacht. | |
| In the day we sweat it out on the streets of a runaway American dream. | |
| Don't go changing to try and please me. | |
| They say we're young and we don't know. | |
| Why do birds suddenly appear every time you are near? | |
| One, two, three, four, two, two, three, four. | |
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'The' Bands
VH1's 100 Songs ('90s)
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