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Lyrics for 'Martins Song (In Album Hollywood Town Hall )' by 'Jayhawks'
He's Only Six Years Old, That Old Killer Died.
Put Him Down In A Great Big Hole, I Fill It Up All The Time.
See The Buildings Rise Up To The Sky, Parking Meters, Traffic Cops.
You Best Watch Your Record Son, They'll Come And Lock You Up.
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I've Been Working All Night.
I Go Long Into The Day.
Ain't Got Much Money Now.
Got The Time Ahead, Got The Time Ahead To Pay
Smoke And Lightning, Dressed To Kill.
Don't Talk To Strangers, That's All You Know.
Forty Years Of Sudden Death, The Daylight's Still Not Over Yet.
You Should Live To See Evening Fall, Doctors Working Overtime.
Too Much Of A Good Thing, Not Enough, Stepping Stones, Building Blocks.
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I've Been Working All Night.
I Go Long Into The Day.
Ain't Got Much Money Now.
Got The Time Ahead
I've Been Working All Night.
I Go Long Into The Day.
Ain't Got Much Money Now.
Got The Time Ahead, Got The Time Ahead, Got The Time Ahead To Pay
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