oftentimes he could be seen returning.
Until one day he just appeared
With a note in his hand which read,
"The soles of my feet, I swear they're burning." »
The Wicked Messenger John Wesley Harding
by Bob Dylan
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with his thumb For his tongue it could not speak but only flatter
He stayed behind the assembly hall It was there he made his bed And oftentimes he »
The Wicked Messenger I'm Not There [Original Soundtrack]
by The Black Keys
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sometimes dry and sometimes wet Was usually pink but oftentimes red As it lay so innocently in it's bed The best gift of the year to me The one I hold most »
The Best Gift The Christmas Collection [Borders Exclusive]
by Barbra Streisand
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court
Fit into the slot
Say now what have you got?
oftentimes I'm reminded
Of the sweet young days
When I poured punch for the franchise
And thus »
Blimpe Go 90 Alien Lanes
by Guided by Voices
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it wasn't you who set me free
So oftentimes it happens that we live our lives in chains
That we never even know we have the key
Me, I'm already »
Already Gone On the Border
by Eagles
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the distance loom the woodlands clear and cool. oftentimes my thoughts revert to scenes of childhood, Where I first received my lessons, nature's school. But one »
Banks of the Wabash The Myth of Fingerprints
by Rufus Wainwright
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loved him so well
And she oftentimes fired but nothing she killed
Until this young farmer came into the field
And to talk with him it was her intent »
The Golden Glove Trad Arr Jones
by John Wesley Harding
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