sits at home and cries She's lost the will to love And wonders how she'll find The strength or the heart to survive The crash of 29 The crash of 29
Love in a mixed up time It's hard to know which way to go I should never forget Sometimes the best is left unsaid Every one needs there a light they
should have stopped She slipped me her number, I put it in my pocket My hand slipped up her skirt, everything slipped my mind In that little roadhouse On Highway 29
29 year old girls always got the blues Well I don't know why but I know it's true So give me burgundy to splash my breath And while I count the ways
I'm so glad to see you Delighted that you came I swear you haven't changed I called you to tell you I'm coming home in seven days In a word it's all arranged
I can't think straight Help me now before it's too late Now what do I care? 'Cause we're going nowhere Going nowhere Going nowhere Going nowhere I can
's always some mighty friendly faces Waiting to greet you at the door Hot country biscuits in the morning time Hello Mr. Jackrabbit, Mr. Mesquite Tree I'm 29
You change your mind Like a girl changes clothes Yeah you PMS Like a bitch, I would know And you overthink Always speak cryptically I should know That
(willie dixon) I got 29 ways to make it to my baby's door I got 29 ways to make it to my baby's door But if she needs me bad I can find about two or
(External Youth) Just give me one year of your life my friend And I'll make you look twenty years younger I've done it for others I can do it for you
Life begins at thirty So I have been told I can easily believe it The way I'm getting on Yeh I'm getting on You hang around backstreet bars For what you
in Austin, walkin' around in a daze I'm sittin' in a slammer lookin' out through these bars in a haze But it'll all clear up in 11 months and 29 days
head Around and round and round It comes kinda hard when I hear your voice on the radio Taking me back down the road leads back to you 29 Palms, I feel
There's a book by an author named Carol S. Pearson from the mid-70s called The Hero Within: Six Archetypes We Live By Even though it's nearly forty years
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Synthesised, programmed and synchronised Detailed, computerised - no room for error Specified, labelled and classified Free mind has 'paralysed imagination
no, you'll never see it through But it's been 30 long days, 29 nights And I'm still over you But it's been 30 long days, 29 nights And I'm still over
(DeMarchi/Parise/Leslie) How can you rest when you're not tired How can you live when all hope has expired You don't know what you're missing I hope you
