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By John Cale, Teenage mary said to uncle dave
I sold my soul, must
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By John Cale, They rush him into somewhere
He's dancing in his chains
And the
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By John Cale, Life is short and love is very sweet
Look at all
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By John Cale, She was so afraid
Since her mother, white with time,
Told her
She
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By John Cale, Who's that in the big japanese car?
Dealing sushi from
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By John Cale, "What do you think is going on here?"
The old man
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By John Cale, The ship of fools is coming in
Take me off I've
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By John Cale, Wasting time, we wait for answers
Every time we throw the
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By John Cale, Duck and sally inside
They're cooking for the down five
Who's starin'
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By John Cale, Words and music: lou reed & john cale
People said to
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By John Cale, Words and music: lou reed & john cale
When you're growing
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By John Cale, Words & music by leonard cohen
Come over to the window,
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By John Cale, I roamed the world for love and glory
Full-time ambassador of
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By John Cale, Words and music: lou reed & john cale
Starlight open wide,
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By John Cale, Strange times in casablanca when people pull down their shades
And
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By John Cale, Desperation sets the clock
Buried treasure, call the shots
Family jewels in
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By John Cale, The cowboy's lament or streets of laredo (1876)
By francis henry
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By John Cale, Words and music: lou reed & john cale
You've got the
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By John Cale, Sunday morning, praise the dawning
It's just a restless feeling by
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By John Cale, Oh, you sentimental fool
Yes, you sentimental fool
Love, those broken veins
made
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By John Cale, The children are all leaving school today
Mama said, "Don't worry,
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By John Cale, The philosopher
Brahms
Legs larry at the television centre
The academy in peril
Intro
Days
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By John Cale, The myriad choices of his fate
Set themselves out upon a
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By John Cale, Old taylor said
Old taylor meant to cry -- oh my
Field
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By John Cale, Waldo jeffers had reached his limit. it was now mid-august
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By John Cale, Before the end of the beginning
Before the finish credits role
There
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By John Cale, Very slowly he sipped his tea
Not shifting his glance from
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By John Cale, Your mailbox is always empty
And your landlord always complains
And you
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By John Cale, Since the soul of carmen miranda had captured the mind
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By John Cale, Yes she found her footsteps failing
Falling falling from the sky
Down