100 lyrics for "For the, for the, for the-hi-hi"

Days filled with joy and days filled with sorrow I don't know just what to do Am I happy today, am I lonely tomorrow Everything depends on you I've been waiting for the angels to knock on my door I've been hopin' that everything could be like before Open
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For a boy in Fiddler's Green Oh nothing's changed anyway One, two, three, four, one, two September seventeen For a girl I know it's Mother's Day Her son has gone alee And that's where he will stay Wind on the weathervane Tearing blue eyes sailor-mean
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I'll do anything to prove I love you I love you, girl But I refuse to stay Paying for his mistakes And it's killing me girl knowing you compare me to him Always guilty before the sin I can't win, I can't win no Baby girl but I refuse to Pay for something
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I want to be your everything Be the spark that lights you up All that you've been dreaming of and more, so much more The first time I looked in your eyes I knew I would do anything for you The first time you touched my face I felt What I'd never felt
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This I swear Waiting for the one The day that never comes When they stand up and feel the warmth Love is a four letter word Born to push you around Better just stay down You pull away He hits the flesh
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Weaving my wings from many-colored yarns Flying higher, higher, higher Weaving my world into tapestry of life Its fire golden In my Walden Into the wild Forever my home Sain y niwl, Gaunt y goydwig fwsog,
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Sugar how you get so fly? Got me lifted, driftin' higher than the ceiling Before you play with fire, do think twice Sugar, how you get so fly? But sugar, how you get so fly? Ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh, hey She got cherry lips, angel eyes
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With weapons drawn we claim the future And then seep out through every storm Bring in the foe to be defeated To pulverize from dusk to dawn The die is cast, make no exceptions We're forged by evil to compel Come rally 'round this lack of freedom
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Stack it up like cinnamon, we'll get it real fast Pick it up, pack it up, put it in a bag Until there's nothing left of you Until there's nothing left for you If you work all day you keep the rhythm through the night If you work all night you keep the
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