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Artist - Pen Rap
Listen to my tale of woe, It's terribly sad but true, All dressed up, no place to go Each evening I'm awfully blue. I must win some handsome guy Can't go on like this, I could blos...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - John Whitley
The man who only lives for making moneyLives a life that isn't necessarily sunnyLikewise the man who works for fameThere's no guarantee that time won't erase his nameThe fact is, t...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - John Whitley
It's very clear, our love is here to stayNot for a year but ever and a dayThe radio and the telephone and the movies that we knowMay just be passing fancies and in time may goBut o...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - John Whitley
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Artist - Pete Wingfield
(Do, do, do, do, do, do-do-do-do)(Do, (doop, doop) do, do, do, do)(Do, do, do, do, do, do-do-do-do)(Do-do-do-do...)I'm eighteen with a bulletGot my finger on the trigger, I'm gonna...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Pete Wingfield
(Do, do, do, do, do, do-do-do-do)(Do, (doop, doop) do, do, do, do)(Do, do, do, do, do, do-do-do-do)(Do-do-do-do...)I'm eighteen with a bulletGot my finger on the trigger, I'm gonna...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Pete Wingfield
(Do, do, do, do, do, do-do-do-do)(Do, (doop, doop) do, do, do, do)(Do, do, do, do, do, do-do-do-do)(Do-do-do-do...)I'm eighteen with a bulletGot my finger on the trigger, I'm gonna...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Pete Wingfield
(Do, do, do, do, do, do-do-do-do)(Do, (doop, doop) do, do, do, do)(Do, do, do, do, do, do-do-do-do)(Do-do-do-do...)I'm eighteen with a bulletGot my finger on the trigger, I'm gonna...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Pete Wingfield
There's riders in this countyThey're taking heads for bountyWake up Corinne, they come to ride us downSweetness we have tastedThe time to move is wastedThey're riding like a hurric...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Linda Thompson