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By Mott The Hoople, Now Alice needed money I put 10 dollars on the
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By Mott The Hoople, Forgot my six-string razor - hit the sky
Half way to
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By Mott The Hoople, Well Billy rapped all night about his suicide
How he'd kick
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By Mott The Hoople, Long, long time ago
Oh, I can still remember
How the music
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By Mott The Hoople, The willow in the wind is gently weeping
No city lights
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By Mott The Hoople, Leaving me girl and moving on down the road
You left
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By Mott The Hoople, (ian hunter)
I dreamt of being horses in shackles of gold
And
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By Mott The Hoople, I changed my name in search of fame to find
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By Mott The Hoople, You could never know just how sad I feel
'Cause I've
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By Mott The Hoople, Momma's little jewel, just out of school
Fresh from the nuns
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By Mott The Hoople, (bob dylan)
And the answers my friends
Still blowing in the wind
The
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By Mott The Hoople, Baby took me out last night
Got a little Cadillac bite
Shook
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By Mott The Hoople, (3,4! 3,4! 3,4!)
(Ahhh, ahhh, ahhh, ahhh, ahhh, ahhh, ahhh, ahhh,
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By Mott The Hoople, See my thoughts and then see my scars
See my clothes,
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By Mott The Hoople, Darkness, darkness, be my pillow
Take my hand let me sleep
In
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By Mott The Hoople, Yes, I've been dreaming about you every day
Every day, each
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By Mott The Hoople, (whitten)
Come on baby lets go downtown, lets go, lets go,
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By Mott The Hoople, Eight-track machine playing 'Half Moon Bay'
Drivin' in my Volks down
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By Mott The Hoople, Baby, baby tried to phone you, they said you were
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By Mott The Hoople, (overend watts)
They never said when I was back in school
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By Mott The Hoople, Alright
Whenever I think about the life I used to live
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By Mott The Hoople, All right, come on now
Well it's Sunday afternoon
I'm sitting in
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By Mott The Hoople, (mick ralphs/ian hunter)
Well the colours cross my mind in a
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By Mott The Hoople, (mick ralphs)
Maybe I'm just a loser
Maybe it's because my boots
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By Mott The Hoople, I was a city child with a dead end smile
And
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By Mott The Hoople, I was a city child with a dead end smile
And
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By Mott The Hoople, God ain't jive for I can see his love
As it
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By Mott The Hoople, (ian hunter)
Well I know this life is real
If I close
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By Mott The Hoople, I scream at you for sharing
'N I curse you just
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By Mott The Hoople, (ian hunter)
Across the naked desert
That housed a million hurts
But I