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Some expressions take me back, like "hair of gold" and
"sweet mary" and "running to me".
The sweet sweet songs that cloud your eyes - nostalgia supplies.
Loredo hihgstreet buried me - beneath an oak tree.
As this is to me: then so to you is something else,
That keeps you up long past your bedtime, tearing hair.
The sweetest moment comes at last - the waitings over,
In shock they stare and cue fanfare.
When bobby fischer's plane - plane plane - touches the ground -
Plane plane he'll take those russian boys and play them out of town.
The sweetest moment comes at least - the waitings over,
In shock they stare and cue fanfare.
When bobby fischer's plane - plane plane - touches the ground -
Plane plane he'll take those russian boys and play them out of town,
Playing for blood as grandmasters should.
Some obsessions take me back, like "hair of golf" and "sweet mary"
And "running to me".
The sweet sweet songs that cloud your eyes - nostalgia supplies.
Loredo hihgstreet buried me - beneath an oak tree.
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