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I like to rock and I love to roll, when the music's running through my soul I've got no place to go but my own private radio I met a lot of people that

How d'ye do and shake hands Shake hands, shake hands How d'ye do and shake hands State your name and business! You go through life and never know The

who done it APB 187 now suspects on the flee One homicide now one thats wanted They said her body's mutilated cant get ID 6 in the mornin its a homi-c-i-d

There's one guy I'd like to thank He signs the checks and leaves them blank, he's the one He says you don't have to walk a plank The game is rigged, go

are not enough to dispel the death i die every day when an alter cloth over my wounds cannot stop the bleeding nor still my pain . . . i'd gather

How is it we are here on this path we walk In this world of pointless fear filled with empty talk Descend from the ape as scientist-priests all think

not for you So when exactly and precisely Did I promise all the world to you? And there in fact let's be exact Who says that you're the one I'd give that

(Paul Simon) Over the mountain Down in the valley Lives a former talk-show host Everybody knows his name He says there's no doubt about it It was the

[Unverified] on up, and there's a stub on the sky Ooh, you can still come and bring me coffee in the morning You can still come and make me chicken fried