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Guess there's a lesson to learn As if I hadn't learned it before I tried my hardest to keep it all in I ain't keepin' it no more Made mistakes every

This mess becomes beneath us now, we cannot sweat this poison out, it's in my skin and in my mouth, and when I sing, these lies come out. The hooks

I'm too scared to notice Path I chose is focused time Crosshairs on, something's wrong I shouldn't try to try Baby, it's the beer that's smilin' It

(Francis McPeake/Ewan MacColl) As I was sitting with a jug and spoon, one Sunday morning in the month of June. A birdie sang in an ivy bunch and the

Woke up this morning the sky and you Well the room that we sleep in Has one window and the other has two Jug of Wine Mountain drive downtown You tell

Francis McPeake/Ewan MacColl As I was sitting with a jug and spoon, one Sunday morning in the month of June. A birdie sang in an ivy bunch and the song

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Mio nonno li lanciava sempre spalle al bersaglio, senza voltarsi mai, senza il minimo sbaglio: e io stavo a guardarlo innamorato perso sulla riva del