47 Black - 40 Shades Of Blue
Oh it's midnight on the Bowery and your feet are soakin' wet
And you've drank your last brass farthin'
You'd sell your soul for a cigarette
And the sounds from CBGB's are comfortin' to you

7 Year Bitch - Gun

Guns in the desk ??
Said I don't wanna talk to people outta my hands
Gun was on the floor I had a healthy mind
Now I'm in the sixteenth [pre]cinct tonight
I wanna gun
Give me a gun
To see your fear
And watch you run

Well you think you're cool
And make us look like fools
With your stupid-ass bullshit
And your macho rules
But turn it around
And point the thing at you
You might have a ??
Or something too

I wanna gun
Give me a gun
To see your fear
And watch you run

Guns in the desk ??
Said I don't wanna talk to people outta my hands
Gun was on the floor I had a healthy mind
Now I'm in the sixteenth [pre]cinct tonight

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Brian Hyland - 3000 Miles
Could you dig holdin' my hand?
Could you dig standin' by my side?
Could you dig it, baby?
Please let me know
'Cause I know I could love you oh

Could you dig bein' my girl?
Could