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By John Cale, Words and music: lou reed & john cale
It was a
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By John Cale, I want to go home, I want to go home
I
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By John Cale, And what costume shall the poor girl wear
To all tomorrow's
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By John Cale, She's back from amsterdam
And I think the journey did her
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By John Cale, Andalucia when can I see you
When it is snowing out
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By John Cale, Sushi for shabu. you keep calling me. you keep calling
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By John Cale, The paranoid great movie queen
Sits idly fully armed
The powder and
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By John Cale, Dark woman in the water drowning
Sinking in a funny way
Black
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By John Cale, When I stand, my back to the sea
A big white
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By John Cale, Everybody melting but the heat just won't affect ya
Backlot casanovas
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By John Cale, Everybody's praying for the rains to come
And the snow is
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By John Cale, Consternation on the dance-floor I can't take it anymore.
My ugly
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By John Cale, When Abilene was young and gay
And thunder storms filled up
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By John Cale, Traffic moving slowly monday morning
Money talks, people hoping
Cable hogue where've
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By John Cale, Welcome to the café shabu. permit me to introduce you
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By John Cale, She said no, she meant maybe
She said she wasn't that
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By John Cale, When the winter days are gone
Never find any summer breezes
Until
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By John Cale, The manager is waiting to be paid
Along with priests and
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By John Cale, With mistletoe and candle green
To halloween we go
Ten murdered oranges
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By John Cale, She was a princess
Much lower than people thought
A master of
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By John Cale, Instrumental
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By John Cale, Cleo, cleo, won't you come around and play girl
Cleo, cleo,
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By John Cale, Words: lou reed & john cale
Coyote goes to the top
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By John Cale, Damn life
Damn life
What's it worth?
Damn life
Getting on without
This city
It's
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By John Cale, Woke up early this morning
Something wrong inside my head
Took a
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By John Cale, Sooner or later she said she'd be my friend
Honest and
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By John Cale, Well it's too damn early and your eyes are bleeding
From
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By John Cale, Well, it's too damn early and your eyes are bleeding
From
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By John Cale, Words: dylan thomas
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old
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By John Cale, I've been chasing ghosts and I don't like it
I wish