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The Fox

Pete Seeger

America's Balladeer

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Old mother Flipper Flapper jumped out of bed
Out of the window she cocked her head
Cryin' John, John the grey goose is gone
And the fox is

Machine Gun Kelly is as self-effacing as he
Is talented known also
By his real name Colson
Baker, MGK effortlessly defies
Easy categorization from

My life is amazing as if it were written by Hemingway

Thoughts disappearing wait
I'm acting reckless
We just met but I bought you this necklace

today for your name
It is written on tunnels and ships
On the streets of New York
And the New Jersey slips
Be proud, sons of Erin, an Irishman he
John

The Fox

Burl Ives

Poor Wayfaring Stranger

1996

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Old mother Flipper Flapper jumped out of bed
Out of the window she cocked her head
Cryin' John, John the grey goose is gone
And the fox is

Alright (Lyrics)
(Written by John Redmon, James Owens)
Performed by John Redmon feat. Da Clay

I don't care if you stay
Care less if you go
I can't

you
Feed it after midnight
The best way to reach me is
To send a Facebook invite
Not a single rhyme that I've
Written's ever been tight
I'm not

side

[Chorus]
Long Live John Walt 
I never thought the day would come 
Feel like it's my fault 
I feel you shining thru the sun 

Long Live John Walt 
I

Just what it wants, just what it wants

But this John's a journalist with a bottle in his grip"
(What a strange document)

"Can't you keep those bones

and the kick in the teeth
Is we'd all have been fine if I'd just let it be

John, please take me away from this, whoah
John, please take me away from this
John

it be modesty, but if Sickology's
Hot as me, spit no apology (Keep going)
Flipping business it is not a free policy
If I spit it then it gotta be

was written propping up these popular figures 
From villages to big building it's slim pickings 
While u pushing flashy cars oligarchs is still pimping

My niggas shoot like john john
And we never miss 
My nigga caught him a body 
So i pleade the fifft 
Look 
Its world war 3 

Bodies dropping everywhere

Already driven already given
My soul left my body when the words were written
I'm putting crack in the weed im selling
Meet me in hell, flames on my

like a John Hughes Movie
I want you again
I thought I'd find it again
Is this the scene where you come back for me
The credits roll in
It fades in

done, I'll say no mas
But when I pass it to Mayer, it ain't no John, woah!
This little drummer boy is a star, feel like a newer Ringo
Been a body built

twin you stand alone
All that grey meat's shaking on your bones
Buddy is gone can't spare you a dime
His plane went down before its time

John Wayne,

immaculate blast and you gone
My craft is beyond mastered
It's blasphemy having me on a song
For less than three 16's like
A chapter from John
Rappers get laid

special thoughts at, for Christmas?

Well, Yoko, it is Christmas
And my special thoughts
Of course, turn towards eating

Ha! Ha! Ha! All right so, eating

And forgotten 
Erased by your mark 
Written over 

(Shit is over)
(Oh, shit is over)

Kick it with me 
Cover the counterfeit grieving

(Don't ya see, pardon me)

35 Laurel Drive

MC Lars

This Gigantic Robot Kills

2009

Yo!
John.
What's up?
Yo, I'm going to put the song about your house on the album. Is that cool?
Uh  Yeah, I just don't want to have any, like,

empty
My only thirst and hunger can be filled by Yeshua
My savior, provider, redeemer, healer, yes You are
On high Lord, Your word is written in my heart

change that you will never be same



Written by: John Spears

something only God can give 

It is time for Jesus to begin his ministry

John's voice hangs in the air
I baptize in water
But one mightier than I will come