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Adam Walker

April, how could I not have seen April, you coming April how could I've Worn inappropriate clothing? April, all that careful stepping, Rounding of my

Where, where have you gone? Daniel, my only son I, I even slept with you To be here in your chair Sitting in your favourite chair When you snuck into

California Leaving California California Leaving California No one but me is walking under palms that give no shade I'm leaving you today California

I... I will I will not I will not No, I will not How dare you, says the angel He crashes down from the heights Shakes the disbeliever Shakes the

Erica, Erica Is watching Danielle, Danielle Is hiding Erica, Erica Is counting Sixteen, fifteen, fourteen Twelve, eleven, ten, nine Erica, Erica Is

Auf du junger Wandersmann jetzto kommt die Zeit heran die Wanderszeit die gibt uns Freud. Wolln uns auf die Fahrt begeben das ist unser schönstes

up with the walkin? man I wonder where he?s gone Marchin? down to Birmingham I think I?ll tag along Was a walkin? man come by here A hundred years ago Walkin

Waiting up all night, something on my mind I need to tell you why, whoa He's playing you for a fool, he's fooling 'round on you And I just lost my cool

Jerry Jeff Walker I woke up this morning feelin' like a million bucks Looked over on the pillow, there lay my lady love And I thought how much we'd grown