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El Fang Dorado Lyrics & Chords By Cobra High

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I'd like to kill my nan. There ain't no words. For what he's done, there ain't no words. I'd like to kill my woman. There ain't no words. For what she's done, there...read more

Bless this body And touch this face And bury the loveliness In a very warm place The hills are on fire, The valleys are cold The weatherman smiles Like there's...read more

Drifting past old stomping grounds I can't help reminisce That's why I came here tonight Wasting time down the barrel I find A lonely memory That's why I came here tonight ...read more

Hold on to your genre, Your genre's got a hold on you. Hold on to your hair-do, It's the only thing to hold onto. Hold on to your genre, Your genre's got a hold on...read more

There's no reason to stay And there's nothing to say It's been over, we've been through For so long, for so long And I don't understand Why you take it so ...read more

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