frederick
hi hello
wake from thy sleep
god has granted
thy soul to keep
all of the power
and all of the gain
is entwined
in a single
name
Freder
we_three
(Every Sunday I will go down to the bar
and leave him the guitar.)
You say you want me.
I want another.
Say you dream of me.
Dream of your brother.
Oh,
gloria
Jesus died for somebody's sins but not mine
meltin' in a pot of thieves
wild card up my sleeve
thick heart of stone
my sins my own
they belong to me, me
hey_joe_(version)
trespasses
Life is designed With unfinished lines
That another sings Each story unfolds
Like it was gold Upon a ragged wing
The bold and the fair Suffer their share
He whi
peaceable_kingdom
Yesterday I saw you standing there With your hand against the pane
Looking out the window At the rain
And I wanted to tell you That your tears were not in vain
But I g
farewell
It's been a hard time
and when it rains
it rains on me
the sky just opens
and when it rains
it pours
I walk alone
assaulted it seems
1959
Listen to my story. Got two tales to tell.
One of fallen glory. One of vanity.
The world's roof was raging, but we were looking fine;
'Cause we built that thing and it grew w
pumping_(my_heart)
summer_cannibals
I was down in Georgia
nothing was as real
as the street beneath my feet
descending into air
The cauldron was a-bubbling
the flesh was lean
and the
free_money
Every night before I go to sleep
Find a ticket, win a lottery,
Scoop the pearls up from the sea
Cash them in and buy you all the things you need.
Every night befor
grateful
Ours is just another skin
That simply slips away
You can rise above it
It will shed easily
It all will come out fine
I've learned it line by line
One c
last_call
In a mansion high the young man stood
Ready to join his companions good
Outside the scent of magnolia blossoms
Down streets of gold the children were racing
Just an
dancing_barefoot
she is benediction
she is addicted to thee
she is the root connection
she is connecting with he
here I go and I don't know why
I fell so ceaselessly
cou
boy_cried_wolf
Oh the story's told been told retold
From the sacred scriptures to the tabloids
All the fuss and fight none above a whisper
The soul of gold the belly of a boy
Wel
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