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The hungry and the hunted explode into rocknroll bands As he brushed the desert dust off that Mercedes chrome On the finest of cottons and the hippest of brands And evry stranger you meet in the street will make demands So he grew his hair long and thew away his comb The hungry and the hunted explode into rocknroll bands Sittin' on the next stool, miss a little time on her hands They surround the ship with shining curving motions and foam. On the finest of cottons and the hippest of brands attached to them as I do to men in my own lands, Ooh, I get a feeling every night when you come home The hungry and the hunted explode into rocknroll bands Silhouetted by the sea, circled by the circus sands, In twilight, in perditionâs lean and inauspicious loam). On the finest of cottons and the hippest of brands Where the city of the healthiest fathers stands, outstretched just beyond your reach singing ooh baby please The hungry and the hunted explode into rocknroll bands On the finest of cottons and the hippest of brands
created for you September 9th 2024 17:38
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| A | The hungry and the hunted explode into rocknroll bands | Jungleland, Bruce Springsteen |
| B | As he brushed the desert dust off that Mercedes chrome | Goin' Cali, Bruce Springsteen |
| A | On the finest of cottons and the hippest of brands | Skin Is, My, Andrew Bird |
| A | And evry stranger you meet in the street will make demands | Glad Tidings, Van Morrison |
| B | So he grew his hair long and thew away his comb | Jesus The Missing Years, John Prine |
| A | The hungry and the hunted explode into rocknroll bands | Jungleland, Bruce Springsteen |
| A | Sittin' on the next stool, miss a little time on her hands | Loose Change, Bruce Springsteen |
| B | They surround the ship with shining curving motions and foam. | Leaves of Grass, Walt Whitman |
| A | On the finest of cottons and the hippest of brands | Skin Is, My, Andrew Bird |
| A | attached to them as I do to men in my own lands, | Leaves of Grass, Walt Whitman |
| B | Ooh, I get a feeling every night when you come home | After All This Time, Carole King |
| A | The hungry and the hunted explode into rocknroll bands | Jungleland, Bruce Springsteen |
| A | Silhouetted by the sea, circled by the circus sands, | Mr. Tambourine Man, Crowded House |
| B | In twilight, in perditionâs lean and inauspicious loam). | Poems, Edna St. Vincent Millay |
| A | On the finest of cottons and the hippest of brands | Skin Is, My, Andrew Bird |
| A | Where the city of the healthiest fathers stands, | Leaves of Grass, Walt Whitman |
| B | outstretched just beyond your reach singing ooh baby please | Farmer Chords, Death Cab For Cutie |
| A | The hungry and the hunted explode into rocknroll bands | Jungleland, Bruce Springsteen |
| A | On the finest of cottons and the hippest of brands | Skin Is, My, Andrew Bird |
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