100 lyrics for "At the end of it all,"

Idaho oh Idaho All that love all those mistakes What else can a poor man make? So I gave up a life of crime I gave it to a friend of mine Something else was on my mind The only ghost I'm haunted by I hear her howling down below Wolves oh wolves oh can't
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End of discussion I went from nothing to something I want them real deal hunnids Ooh, she a blondie, look like Kehlani Pussy tsunami Ain't talkin' no money, it's nothing Big bag, truckload (huh) I'm in her throat (throat) Plug call, I finesse for the
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One day I shall be home One day I walk in flowers One day I walk on stones Today I walk in hours Oh I have been a beggar And shall be one again And few the ones with help to lend Within the world of men I have sat on the street corner And watched the
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And let it wash away, wash away You tore the floorboards up And let the river rush in Not wash away, wash away We were reaching in the dark That summer in New York But it didn't hurt at all That summer in New York (wash away) And was it so far to fall?
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Calling, 'o sinner, come home Come home, come home Ye who are weary come home Earnestly, tenderly, Jesus is calling Softly and tenderly Jesus is calling Calling for you and for me See, on the portals, He's waiting and watching Watching for you and for me
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Nigga Lord knows, nigga Lord knows, nigga Lord knows All I wanted was a new Mercedes Women love me but the niggas hate it But how can I lose when I came from the bottom? Bending off the corner, whipping out the lot, I got it Bending off the corner
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When the devil come a callin' I ain't gonna be around, Well the devil may care, You toss 'em back and be a man, With the last time, End of it all, end of the line, End of the road,
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And be the girl bartenders hate The one that doesn't need another one When the Romeos and Juliets Have bummed all of my cigarettes The last kiss in the parking lot is done I'll be sitting here alone When the ugly lights come on I don't remember when the
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Sweet surrender on the quayside You remember we used to run and hide In the shadow of the cargoes I take you one time And we're counting all the numbers down to the waterline Near misses on the dog leap stairways French kisses in the darkened doorways A
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Being pretty ain't pretty, it takes all day long You spend all your money just to wipe it all off You spray on your perfume, you spray on your tan Get up in the morning, do it over again Being pretty ain't pretty at all I fought it all for a while But I
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