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Moody river more deadly. Than the vainest knife. Moody river your muddy waters. Took my baby's life Last Saturday evening. I came to the old oak tree. It stands beside the river. Where you were
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out, what she's all about. But she's a woman through and through. She's a complicated lady. So color my baby moody blue Oh, moody blue. Tell me, am I gettin' through. I keep hangin' on. Trying to
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Chorus. Moody river, more deadly than the vainest knife. Moody river, your muddy water took my baby's life. . Last Saturday evenin' came to the old oak tree. It stands beside the river where you
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I can't imagine a symphony, without strings. And what good are tennis shoes, without strings. One without the other just can't be complete. What about us, what about you and me Without strings
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I've got no strings. To hold me down. To make me fret, or make me frown. I had strings. But now I'm free. There are no strings on me. Hi-ho the me-ri-o. That's the only way to go. I want the
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happened to our innocence?. Did it go out of style?. Along with our naivety. No longer a child Different eyes see different things. Different hearts beat on different strings. But there are times for
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Moody woman. Moody woman. Moody woman Oh, I love you when you hug and kiss me. I get the feeling that you really miss me. Girl, I can't stand it when you start acting funny. And look at me like
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words. All the strings attached girl. All the strings attached girl. Oh, yeah. Met this girl when I was 3 years old. We were holding hands tight so I'm told. And it felt like an eternity. Said it
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NIGHTS IN WHITE SATIN . ( THE MOODY BLUES ) . Nights in white satin, never reaching the end . Letters I've written, never meaning to send . Beauty I'd always missed with these eyes before . Just what
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Song Sawing On The Strings - Alison Krauss. Way back in the mountains. Way back in the hills. There used to live a mountaineer. They called him fiddlin' Will He could play 'most anything. And
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. Live your life inside a paper can. But you'll never get to pick and choose. She's bought you and sold you. There ain't no shoe strings on Louise Come on down, come on down from the ladder. Henry, get
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fingers. And broken guitar strings You are my Prince Charming. Draped in velvet robes. Of all that's alarming. Raw and exposed Shattered nerves. Itchy skin. Dirty words. And heroin Better, real live
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. Something inside of me started a symphony. ***! Went the strings of my heart 'Twas like a breath of spring, I heard a robin sing. About a nest set apart. All nature seemed to be in perfect harmony. ***
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out, what she's all about. But she's a woman through and through. She's a complicated lady. So color my baby moody blue Oh, moody blue. Tell me, am I gettin' through. I keep hangin' on. Trying to
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strings. Holding us together. All these precious things. Can make them last. All these little strings. Keep holding us together. All these precious things. Make them last forever. . So very slow
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start. Something inside of me started a symphony. ***! Went the strings of my heart 'Twas like a breath of spring, heard a robin sing. About a nest set apart. All nature seemed to be in perfect
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start. Something inside of me started a symphony. ***! Went the strings of my heart 'Twas like a breath of spring, heard a robin sing. About a nest set apart. All nature seemed to be in perfect
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getting weak. The tile is cold, I can barely speak. And I think she's gone, but I'll be sure for safety's keeping If you say no, then no it will be. I'll stick it at our skin, pierced with colly strings
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. . No strings and no connections. No ties to my affections. I'm fancy free and free for anything fancy. . No dates that can't be broken. No words that can't be spoken. Especially when I am feeling
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live bleeding fingers. Broken guitar strings. . You are my Prince Charming. Draped in velvet robes. Of all that's alarming. Raw and exposed. . Shattered nerves. Itchy skin. Dirty words. And
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(Moody river moody river). Moody river more deadly. Than the vainest knife. Moody river your muddy water. Took my baby's life. Last saturday evening. I came to the old oak tree. It stands
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