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Sometimes
01:47
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Sometimes I wish I had something to say hey hey
Sometimes I wish had someone to be oh me
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Oh Well
02:53
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Sometimes ya just don't know
it's black hole soul to soul
bend the atom smash the fender
and the monkey's gonna win the rat race
straight face ya gotta put the DNA in the briefcase
cuz here she comes with the meaning of the puzzle
need some warmth let's form a huddle
kick it plural through the storm watch out for the puddles
heavy liquid rain drops falling all around you
sometimes ya just don't know
Inside out but ya still can't win
the brain in the box expires on the tenth
oh well
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Another George Jones
03:25
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Well there's a couple of legends that still walk the earth
if you look far and wide you'll find a few for sure
know my friend that when you look into that crystal ball
what's inside might be staring back at us all
I've walked enough to know that what I've seen and heard
cannot be simply put into common word
Used to be they'd put you in the movies
now they just seem to put your face on food
but i'll try me some of that George Jones Whiskey
and I'll take a puff of that Willy's stuff or two
Folks selling their faces it's a mystery
Serve me up another George Jones and a brew
Hey Que Pasta Far Eye said the third man I am you
wouldn't understand no ya just wouldn't understand
and Mr Morty Fine well he's doing mighty fine
ain't got no reason but he's sure got the rhyme
he's motel chillin with the wizard funky villain
they got a willin for grillin up that prime
Used to be they'd put you in the movies
now they just seem to put your face on food
but i'll try me some of that George Jones Whiskey
and I'll take a puff of that Willy's stuff or two
Folks selling their faces it's a mystery
Serve me up another George Jones and a brew
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The wind never made to much of a friend
it just whispers things that ya don't understand
never learned that much at all except which way the leaves will fall
She's got the last tears of the puffalow
in a tiny bottle around her neck
and everybody's talking bout heaven
she don't know how to get there yet
She'd tell you it don't matter I bet
but you don't take a picture just to forget, oh no
fighting the greatest beast of them all
you better make damn sure that you don't get lost in the fall
She's got the last tears of the puffalow
in a tiny bottle around her neck
and everybody's talking bout heaven
she don't know how to get there yet
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Roger Maris
01:17
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I was talking about Roger Maris with the kid down at the checkout
he said how you doing fella?
I said I'm on the way out...
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