Wouldn't know any more than home
And couldn't see much further
And light won't help
A wound untended grows
And never heals
Standing face to east »
One Wind Blows
Bread and Circus
by Toad the Wet Sprocket
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While the empty church's bell are pealing
And the green hills lay ignored, untended
Lonely watchers remain unbefriended
And out in the one way streets
Is »
Hiding Out
White City: A Novel
by Pete Townshend
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This garden that I built for you
That you sit in now and yearn
I will never leave it, dear
I could not bear to return
And find it all untended »
Bring It On
Nocturama
by Nick Cave & the Bad Seeds
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untended
With the trees all bended low
This garden is our home, dear
And I got nowhere else to go
So bring it on
Bring it on
Every little tear »
Bring It On
Bring It On [UK CD]
by Nick Cave
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A generation lost, four deadly years
Families left behind to a life of grieving
Ten million graves to be left untended
Nothing anymore left to believe in »
Trenches
Blues for the Lost Days
by John Mayall & the Bluesbreakers
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found her way to Denver
If she still needs the love I said I'd send her
Like roses untended may grow withered
Love letters in my heart go undelivered »
Wishing for a Rainbow
Hills and Valleys
by The Flatlanders
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of time,
We are the exception not the rule,
We?ve both seen that love untended withers on the vine,
So let?s not let our flame begin to cool,
I?m begging »
Turn the Water Back to Wine
11,000 Days
by The Watermen
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an untended field of regrets." Guess I been busy
Killing time counting bullet holes in state line signs. I led a life of lonely drifting trying to rise above »
That Girl from Brownsville Texas
Drill a Hole in That Substrate and Tell Me What You See
by Jim White
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means to care
About somebody other than myself
I know the things I said to you
They were untender and untrue
I'd like to see those things undo
So »
Shame
Live, Vol. 3
by The Avett Brothers
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Yodel-ee-hee-hee-hee)
Potholes in my lawn
POS:
I've found that it's not wise
To leave my garden untended
'Cause eyes have now pardoned all laws of privacy »
Potholes in My Lawn
3 Feet High and Rising
by De La Soul
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