five at five Only means more dishes to load What's so great about picket fences I guess I'll never know Tell me what's so great about picket fences I
so smile Cause you'll go out in style You'll go out in style If you let me I could I'd show you how to build your fences Set restrictions Separate from
from gray Fold them into pieces tied openly Fences in a row, fences in a row Why are they protecting in Rome? Fences in a row, fences in a row Why
could paint pictures I'd paint one for you A picture portraying the love we once knew Then a tear would reveal the sorrow in me As I painted white fences
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at five Only means more dishes to load What's so great about picket fences I guess I'll never know Tell me what's so great about picket fences I guess
?re gone (Gone are the seeds of doubt) They?re no longer here when you appear (Fences and barriers) No more, no more, no more (Fences and barriers) Gone, gone, gone (Fences
listen to your mama 'Cause someday, some boy is gonna tell ya How he'll treat you like a princess But sometimes they're just little white lies With picket fences
The places I remember are getting worn and withered My heart's the picket fences and needs a little mending Am I not everything you thought I should be
don't we start mending fences? We may not always see things eye to eye So come a little closer and let's compromise Time has come for mending fences
night So smile, 'cause you'll go out in style You'll go out in style If you let me, I could I'd show you how to build your fences Set restrictions,
Our guardian star lost all its glow The day that I lost you It lost all its glitter the day you said, no And its gray sky's turned blue Like him I am
While they dance, how she holds him Pulls him close and loves him so While he dreams of another And counts the days until he lets her go Same old story
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From a phone booth in Cheyenne I made a promise to Diane No more rodeos I'd gone my last go 'round The same promise that I made In San Antone and Santa
January's always bitter But Lord, this one beats all The wind ain't quite for weeks now And the drifts are ten feet tall I've been all night drivin'
