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Traffic. John Barleycorn Must Die. Every Mothers Son. Provozu. John Barleycorn Must Die. Každý Matky Syna.
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Once again I'm north-ward bound On the edge of sea and sky Tomorrow is my friend, my one and only friend We travel on together searching for the end

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Found someone who can comfort me But there are always exceptions And she's good at appearing sane But I just want you to know She's the one makes me

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Like a hurricane around your heart When earth and sky are torn apart He comes gathering up the bits While hoping that the puzzle fits He leads you, he

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lighting up a cigarette, I followed in pursuit And found a secret cave, where they obviously stashed their loot Filling up my pockets, even stuffed it up my nose I must

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So glad, I'm so glad Sometimes, I'm so glad to be alive

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John Barleycorn must die They've ploughed, they've sewn, they've harrowed him in Threw clouds upon his head And these three men made a solemn vow John

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Struggling with confusion, disillusionment too Can turn a man into a shadow, crying out from pain Through his nightmare vision, he sees nothing, only

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We are not like all the rest You can see us any day of the week Oh come around, sit down, take a sniff, fall asleep Baby, you don't have to speak I'd

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Pretty Polly Possum what's wrong with you? Your body's kind a weak and you think there's nothing we can do Good Golly Polly shame on you 'Cause Molly

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Originál: Traffic. John Barleycorn (Must Die).

Překlad: Provozu. John Barleycorn (Must Die).

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Traffic. John Barleycorn Must Die. Every Mother's Son. Provozu. John Barleycorn Must Die. Každé matce.
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(Winwood/Capaldi) Once again I'm northward bound, on the edge of sea and sky Tomorrow is my friend, my one and only friend We travel on together searching

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Traffic. John Barleycorn Must Die. Freedom Rider. Provozu. John Barleycorn Must Die. Svoboda Rider.
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(Winwood/Capaldi) Like a hurricane around your heart when earth and sky are torn apart He comes gathering up the bits while hoping that the puzzle fits

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Traffic. John Barleycorn Must Die. Glad. Provozu. John Barleycorn Must Die. Rád.
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(Winwood) So glad, I'm so glad Sometimes I'm so glad to be alive

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John Barleycorn must die They've plowed, they've sown, they've harrowed him in Threw clods upon his head And these three men made a solemn vow John Barleycorn

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(Winwood/Capaldi) Found someone who can comfort me, but there are always exceptions And she's good at appearing sane, but I just want you to know She

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Traffic. John Barleycorn Must Die. Stranger To Himself. Provozu. John Barleycorn Must Die. Cizinec si pro sebe.
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(Winwood/Capaldi) Struggling with confusion, disillusionment too Can turn a man into a shadow, crying out from pain Through his nightmare vision, he

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Traffic. John Barleycorn Must Die. Sittin' Here Thinkin' Of My Love. Provozu. John Barleycorn Must Die. Sedět tady přemýšlela o My Love.
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(Winwood/Capaldi) Sittin' here thinkin' of my love Sittin' here thinkin' of my love Wonderin' if she's thinking, or maybe if she's drinking Sittin'