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By John Cale, If you were still around
I'd hold you, I'd hold you
I'd
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By John Cale, Words and music: lou reed & john cale
I think images
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By John Cale, We kill in the world
We live in it
We live in
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By John Cale, Words and music: lou reed & john cale
It wasn't me
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By John Cale, All hail king harry
But a whisper of your former self
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By John Cale, Lady godiva, hair dressed so demurely
Pats the head of another
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By John Cale, Looking for a friend, looking everywhere
Walked along the boulevard, the
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By John Cale, Words: dylan thomas
Lie still, sleep becalmed, sufferer with the wound
In
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By John Cale, Welcome home macbeth
It's been a long long time
And everyone knows
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By John Cale, Look at that old man with the broken shoes
He could
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By John Cale, May I help you, Sir?
Yes, I'd like to buy a
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By John Cale, Words & music by chuck berry
Long distance in formation, give
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By John Cale, In the shadows of the night come the friends of
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By John Cale, Momamma Scuba
Scuba woman down me slow
Scuba woman down me slow
Love
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By John Cale, I believe you Mr. Wilson
I believe the things you say
And
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By John Cale, My maria
She's a simple kind of girl
Goes to mass
Sees the
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By John Cale, Words and music: lou reed & john cale
I really care
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By John Cale, The sky's full of dirty, aching air, that's burning a
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By John Cale, Sitting 'round, talking 'bout old china and how the ladies
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By John Cale, Words: dylan thomas
The sky is torn across
This ragged anniversary of
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By John Cale, Words and music: lou reed & john cale
Please
Come over to
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By John Cale, Overture - a) a tourist - b) a contact -
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By John Cale, Words and music: jonathan richman
Well some people try to pick
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By John Cale, God knows how long she was waiting on the mountain,
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By John Cale, She makes me so unsure of myself
Standing there but never
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By John Cale, Welcome to the gold rush, ladies and gentlemen
Where California begins
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By John Cale, Won't you help me please,
I'm growing old
A million years ago
Won't
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By John Cale, Words: leonard cohen
Queen victoria,
My father and all his tobacco loved
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By John Cale, I knew a guitar player once
Who called the radio friendly
He
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By John Cale, All along the riverbank nobody seems to know
They heard nothing,