Mother, don't you recognize your son?
Coming home, yeah yeah,
Getting home,
Poor old granddad
I laughed at all his words
I
cell block five, how I hate Bromidewith your coffee in
Oh Cindy ain't you noticed that several of your friends
two, three, fourI left you on the debrisat the Sunday
last night I was woken by my cryhad a dream
thank you kindly for thinking of meif I'm not smiling
all right, it's your turn to give something backso let's
if I'm late, darling, don't hesitatejust go without me and
I close my eyes and ignore all the signsI'm walking
well, well helloand how are youfancy seeing you heredon't let
it's hard to believe that this is the placewhere we
"all right, here's one you may well knowyou may not
long distance informationgive me Memphis Tenneseehelp me find the partytrying
Miss Judy she was moodyowned a sweaty farm in old
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