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By Mitchell Joni, (Arrangement of the traditional work "Corrina, Corrina")I took a house
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By Mitchell Joni, They paved paradise and put up a parking lot
With a
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By Mitchell Joni, The blonde in the bleachersShe flips her hair for youAbove
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By Mitchell Joni, Lady called the blue boy, love,She took him homeMade himself
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By Mitchell Joni, Cherokee Louise is hiding in this tunnelIn the Broadway bridgeWe're
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By Mitchell Joni, He comes for conversationI comfort him sometimesComfort and consultationHe knows
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By Mitchell Joni, A red sun came rolling down a grey skyAnd the
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By Mitchell Joni, No, you couldn't call Jesse a babe in the woodsHe's
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By Mitchell Joni, DOG EAT DOGIt's dog eat dog--I'm just waking upThe dove
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By Mitchell Joni, i feel as though my life is falling apart
the
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By Mitchell Joni, The Minus is lovelessThe talks to the landAnd the leaves
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By Mitchell Joni, Hot winds and hunger cries--EthiopiaFlies in your babies' eyes--EthiopiaWalking sticks
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By Mitchell Joni, I can't decideI don't knowWhich way to go?The options multiplyThe
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By Mitchell Joni, I heard it in the wind last nightIt sounded like
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By Mitchell Joni, I have to come and see you--Maybe once or twice
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By Mitchell Joni, (written by Dan Hartman and Charlie Midnight)© 1986 EMI Blackwood
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By Mitchell Joni, Daylight falls upon the path, the forest falls behindToday I
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By Mitchell Joni, The street was loudFrom an angry crowd andI thought of
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By Mitchell Joni, DowntownMy darling dimestore thiefIn the War of IndependenceRock 'n Roll
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By Mitchell Joni, No tongue in the bellAnd the fishwives yellBut they might
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By Mitchell Joni, Trina wears her wampum beadsShe fills her drawing book with
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By Mitchell Joni, Well, I've heard of heartbreakersBut you take the cakeLadies' manYou
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By Mitchell Joni, I am Lakota!Lakota!Looking at money man--Diggin' the deadly quotas--Out of
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By Mitchell Joni, © 1994 Crazy Crow Music BMILast chance lost--In the tyranny
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By Mitchell Joni, Lesson in SurvivalSpinning out on turnsThat get you toughGuru books
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By Mitchell Joni, Papa's faith is peopleMama she believes in cleaningPapa'a faith is
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By Mitchell Joni, Although I speak in tonguesOf men and angelsI'm just sounding
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By Mitchell Joni, The firmament of Tinsel TownIs strung with tungsten starsLot's of
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By Mitchell Joni, I'm a lucky girlI found my friendI've been all around
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By Mitchell Joni, No demandsJust pleasurable sensationsHand in handNo far reaching plansNo, no-hand