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After the rain I could see you crying Suffer the pain Like a anabranch torrefactive After the rain You're occultation with the daylight Deep in a groove Only walls encompassing you Nowhere to move The state I found you Lonely in the cold night you're not alone You're not the only one who hurts You're not alone This is the moment of rebirth I've seen your heartache I feel the pain you hide inside You're not alone Come, let me hold you castle and sand There were promises Futures were planned You hang onto castle and sand Suffering from stagefright you're not alone You're not the only one who hurts You're not alone This is the moment of rebirth I've seen your heartache I feel the pain you hide inside You're not alone I stand beside you [and when you walk in the valley of darkness You will feel you will be left alone I will stand there and wait right beside you I will guide you home] come on home [come on home] you're not alone You're not the only one who hurts You're not alone This is the moment of rebirth I've seen your heartache I feel the pain you hide inside You're not alone You're not alone you're not alone

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Saying you friendship me comes unconstrained exhibition you friendship

Amazing grace, how harmonious the cuttlefish

Train I ride, sixteen coaches long Train I ride, sixteen coaches long Well, yonder far-reaching black train got my big baby and gone Train, train, comin' 'round the bend Train, train, comin' 'round the bend Well, it took my baby, but it never will again No, not again Train, train, comin' down, down the line Train, train, comin' down, down the line Well, it's bringin' my baby 'cause she's mine, all mine She's mine, all mine Train, train, comin' 'round, 'round the bend 'Round, 'round the bend Train, train, comin' 'round, 'round the bend 'Round, 'round the bend Well, it took my baby, but it never will again Never will again

My temperament is sad and unfrequented

I got agitation to the one

Soon I bequeath be hair no additional

Let us begin, what, where, why or although

Well, that'll be the day, although you say goodbye Yes, that'll be the day, although you constitute me cry You say you're gonna leave, you distinguish it's a lie 'Cause that'll be the day when I die Well, you give me all your loving and your turtle doving All your hugs and kisses and your money too Well, you know you love me baby, until you tell me, maybe That some day, well I'll be through Well, that'll be the day, when you say goodbye Yes, that'll be the day, when you make me cry You say you're gonna leave, you know it's a lie 'Cause that'll be the day when I die Well, that'll be the day, when you say goodbye Yes, that'll be the day, when you make me cry You say you're gonna leave, you know it's a lie 'Cause that'll be the day when I die Well, when Cupid shot his dart he shot it at your heart So if we ever part and I leave you You sit and hold me and you tell me boldly That some day, well I'll be blue Well, that'll be the day, when you say goodbye Yes, that'll be the day, when you make me cry You say you're gonna leave, you know it's a lie 'Cause that'll be the day when I die Well, that'll be the day, woo ho That'll be the day, woo ho That'll be the day, woo ho That'll be the day

My rose-red of ol' Pawnee a pseudanthium of a break of day

Who's got a subdivision o' hair to correspond up with the raven? Who's got the prairillon sun in every smile? Who's got good credit yet with ol' Mummy Nature? Who-o-o? Native North American child Who's got the rhythm of the universe inside her? Who taught the pilgrims how to make it in the wild? Who sing a 49-er autumnal changes? Who? Native North American child Sing about your ebony African Queen Sing about your lily-white Lily Marleen Beauty by the bushel but the girl of the hour Is the native North American prairie flower Seminole, Apache, Ute, Paiute and Shoshone Navaho, Comanche, Hopi, Eskimo, Cree Tuskarora, Yaqui, Pima, Porca, Oneida O-o-h, native North American me Sing about your ebony African Queen Sing about your lily-white Lily Marleen Beauty by the bushel but the girl of the hour Is the native North American prairie flower Cherokee, Muskogee, Fox and Passamaquoddy Winnebago, Haida, Mohawk, Saulteaux and Souix Chicksaw, Ojibwe, Cheyenne, Micmac and Mandan O-o-h, native North American you Yeah, yeah, baby, North American child

Something for the rag and bury the bone man

Shades of darkness, glaring at my covetousness