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Charms The

Six AM better fix your watch City scum floor the streets Radio's dead and the Babylon saints must feed The whores don't play in the danger zone Coppers

Pure encharting reconception of self-vindictive truth Over-eating expectation a subregarding sleuth seems to open for correction the understudied mind

s all I do She's weak and wanton In my arms What moves me darling Is your hidden charms When I hold you In my arms Brings out all of your Hidden Charms

roughshod on your starless nights. To she who played concertos, foul and black, upon my heartstrings and never looked back. What became of those wild charms

Try to think that love's not around Still it's uncomfortably near My poor old heart ain't gaining no ground Because my angel eyes ain't here Angel eyes

Quiet nights of quiet stars Quiet chords from my guitar Floating on the silence that surrounds us. Quiet thoughts and quiet dreams. Quiet walks by quiet

Them that's got shall get Them that's not shall lose So the Bible says and it still is news cuz Mama may have and papa may have But God bless the child

Summertime And the livin' is easy Fish are jumpin' And the cotton is high Oh your daddy's rich And your mamma's good lookin' So hush little baby Don

I turned my back on all the things that gave me trouble Thought that maybe you'd leave too I placed myself in a self reflecting bubble To start living