Once in the spring of my twenty-fourth year
I had nothing to say
With a dangling promise and a terrible past
I threw all the words away
We were »
Born to Hum Grand
by Erin McKeown
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for the fourth year
Guess I'm too lazy to find a better job.
Maybe I'll see if k-marts' still hirin,
Or get an application at Jack-in-the-Box. »
Employer's Market That's Business
by Home Grown
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That girl in the fourth year, got pregnant and she was raised Catholic, brilliant!
I cried, she cried, we cried, her youth died
Drank cider in »
The 80's Rudebox
by Robbie Williams
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Graphite skies of Brooklyn calmly drape Fourth Avenue
Fifteen-year-old gangsters have a honey-dipped or two
In Arabic, some patrons shoot »
Hungry Hamed's Turn It Upside Down
by Spin Doctors
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It's time we took this holiday
We thank you and send our regards
The beach is great, this time of year
Fourth of June we see
The first sight »
The Jesus Haircut Faso Latido
by A Static Lullaby
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