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Singing the Sermon
02:07
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Seeking out a pasture
Reading on my own
But I found a new salvation
Singing in my home
Singing all the sermons on my own
A supernatural gesture
Humming as a strum
But I've got a new sensation
Hammering a drum
Singing all the sermons on my own
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Weekend Gang
02:49
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Won't you come along
To the grounds where we once stomped
Retired artists in Laundromats
Can't understand this song
The weekend has come
And I am coming home
Jogging women in yoga pants
Won't understand what's wrong
Everything has changed
For my weekend gang
I'll need you to come along
To the streets where we once stayed
Selling meth to teenage boys
Can wait till Saturday
An arm's length away
A sense of falling astray
Stabbing gays with switch blade knives
Can wait for another day
Everything has changed
For my weekend gang
And you'll go home
To my old home
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Cousin Jill came down to London for a weekend break
And I promised that I show her round the sites
We went to the Tower of London and Madame Tussauds
And then we saw the West End late at night
And she thought it was really good and so did I
Cousin Jill came down to London for a weekend break
And we both agreed, we both had a smashing time
We were scared in the London Dungeon
It's silly I know
And we both felt slightly embarrassed in SoHo
We went to a Wimpy bar, but it wasn't all that nice
And then we walked in Hyde Park eating ice cream
And she thought it was really good and so did I
Jill thought the King's Road was terrific
And Carnaby Street was fab
The best weekend that she had ever had
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Cndy Shp Grl
01:33
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All the girls are seventeen
They can't stop looking at me
A scoop of mint ice cream
Makes my breath fresh and clean
You're not even old enough to vote
But you can really make my root beer float
All the girls are seventeen
Got their eyes glued to the screen
Pretty colors pink and green
She's not even looking at me
You haven't even seen Murder She Wrote
Surely you can make my root beer float
She's my candy shop girl
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WATCH THE NEWS
01:46
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When the sadness churns my tears
It's the magic that I fear the most
It's the mountain overturned
Softer than the solid spoon
Always so sure
Always so sure
You sit down and watch the news
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The Milky Baskets San Francisco, California
Pop melodies telling weird things.
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