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Du Gamla

Du gamla, Du fria, Du fjallhoga nord Du tysta, Du gladjerika skona! Jag halsar Dig, vanaste land uppa jord, /: Din sol, Din himmel, Dina angder grona

You hold on to love that's gone Run a mile to see him smile But you don't know he's door to door Playin' you for the fool Let him go Walk out your door

Turpentine and dandelion wine I've turned the corner and I'm doin' fine Shootin' at the birds on the telephone line Pickin' 'em off with this gun of mine

Come, stop your crying, it'd be all right Just take my hand, hold it tight I will protect you from all around you I will be here, don't you cry For one

Uh yeah, Bad Boy Baby, Ralph Tresvant Biggie Smalls, listen Uh, yeah baby oh, listen to me, oh yeah When it comes to sex, I'm similar to the thriller

Hey, I remember you back in '72 With your David Bowie hair and your platform shoes Your part-time job, sellin' fast food But out on the street you were

When you was a child, life's a game But you got all the rules, all changed Pray to a spiritual God for material things Then wait by the phone but it don

You made me forget my dreams When I woke up to you sleeping We had peace for a night at least But the trouble starts today This morning you'll say "I

Lord I feel you made the hills, watch them roll. I've seen the promised land, and that is all. Please be kind Please be kind What the others take; I let