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(Verse 2) JFS threads whispered rumors, secrets in the code, Toy guns loaded with memories, a love story untold. Boglims watched from shadows, their eyes aglow, Their tiny hearts beating, as our fate began to flow. (Pre-Chorus) Stephanie, the sorceress, wove spells in the night, Her laughter like chimes, her touch a wildfire’s light. King Cobra, silent witness, coiled in the grass, His venom a potion, intoxicating and vast. (Chorus) Oh, Stephanie, lost love drunk, In the haze of forbidden passion, our souls sunk. King Cobra’s venom, a bittersweet kiss, As we danced on the edge of abyss. (Bridge) But love, like the mead, can blur the lines, And Stephanie’s heart wavered, torn between vines. King Cobra, jealous guardian, tightened his grip, As our fragile bond fractured, love’s sweet ship. (Chorus) Oh, Stephanie, lost love drunk, In the haze of forbidden passion, our souls sunk. King Cobra’s venom, a bittersweet kiss, As we danced on the edge of abyss. (Outro) Now Stephanie roams JFS Reddit, a ghost in the code, Her whispers lost in cyberspace, her love forever owed. And King Cobra slithers, a guardian of lost dreams, His scales still glistening, reflecting moonbeams.

(Verse 1) In the heart of Casper, Wyoming’s domain, A YouTuber emerged, eccentric and untamed, Joshua Saunders, Gothic King Cobra by name, His antics and guitar riffs set the internet aflame. (Pre-Chorus) From his lair in Casper, he’d weave his spell, A wizard of age, casting stories to tell, With a wand in hand, he’d conjure his fame, A spitting cobra’s venom, a wild, untamed flame. (Chorus) King Cobra, King Cobra, your legend unfolds, In the cobwebbed corners of Reddit, your tale is told, From JFS to wands, and the mystical arts, You danced with the darkness, played your part. (Verse 2) Tactical soap and dry spells, his daily brew, DoorDash deliveries, a lifeline he’d pursue, PayPal woes and a touch of the divine, Josh’s life unfolded like a twisted rhyme. (Pre-Chorus) He sang of lost love, of battles fought, A troubadour of chaos, his soul deeply wrought, In the haze of alcohol, he’d find his way, A tortured bard strumming chords of dismay. (Chorus) King Cobra, King Cobra, your legend unfolds, In the cobwebbed corners of Reddit, your tale is told, From JFS to wands, and the mystical arts, You danced with the darkness, played your part. nana na naaa! fuck bitesize

(Verse 1) In the heart of the digital realm, where subreddits collide, A warlock wizard named Josh Saunders did confide, His wands were drunk on code, casting spells in the night, Toy guns blazing, pixels dancing, a virtual fight. (Pre-Chorus) Casper, Wyoming, a forgotten town, Where evicted souls wander, their spirits unbound, In the neon glow, a bad boy roams free, Ozzy, the gothic troubadour, seeking destiny. (Chorus) King Cobra slithers, scales glistening with pride, Reddit’s battleground, where secrets and shadows hide, He seeks consent from the binary stars above, To weave his tale of pixels, magic, and love. (Verse 2) In the pixelated haze, King Cobra takes the stage, His forked tongue whispers secrets, a digital sage, “Alcoholic of age,” he declares, raising his glass, To the lost souls, the misfits, the ones who trespass. (Pre-Chorus) Josh Saunders, the warlock, now a weary bard, His code transformed into verses, a spell unmarred, Toy guns replaced by metaphors, wands by rhyme, As he dances with shadows, lost in the sublime. (Chorus) King Cobra slithers, scales glistening with pride, Reddit’s battleground, where secrets and shadows hide, He seeks consent from the bina

(Verse 1) In the heart of the digital realm, where subreddits collide, A warlock wizard named Josh Saunders did confide, His wands were drunk on code, casting spells in the night, Toy guns blazing, pixels dancing, a virtual fight. (Pre-Chorus) Casper, Wyoming, a forgotten town, Where evicted souls wander, their spirits unbound, In the neon glow, a bad boy roams free, Ozzy, the gothic troubadour, seeking destiny. (Chorus) King Cobra slithers, scales glistening with pride, Reddit’s battleground, where secrets and shadows hide, He seeks consent from the binary stars above, To weave his tale of pixels, magic, and love. (Verse 2) In the pixelated haze, King Cobra takes the stage, His forked tongue whispers secrets, a digital sage, “Alcoholic of age,” he declares, raising his glass, To the lost souls, the misfits, the ones who trespass. (Pre-Chorus) Josh Saunders, the warlock, now a weary bard, His code transformed into verses, a spell unmarred, Toy guns replaced by metaphors, wands by rhyme, As he dances with shadows, lost in the sublime. (Chorus) King Cobra slithers, scales glistening with pride, Reddit’s battleground, where secrets and shadows hide, He seeks consent from the bride

Copilot Grävmaskin Ronny, en hjälte i jordens djup, Han gräver, han mosar, han ger oss hopp och trupp. Med spadet i handen, han borrar sig ner, I morgonens ljus, han är alltid beredd. Morgonen dom vill, men Ronny är på farten, Han gräver kanaler, skapar vägar och kartan. Från gryning till skymning, han sliter och svettas, För jorden och marken, han aldrig glömmer det. Supa? Nej, inte Ronny, han dricker ej sprit, Han har en grävmaskin, det är hans livs kit. Med kaffe i termosen, han styr sitt maskin, Och när dagen är över, han ler med ett skrin. Så här är sången om Grävmaskin Ronny, vår hjälte, Han gräver och mosar, i jorden han smälte. För morgonens ljus och för jordens behov, Ronny, vår grävande vän, vi hyllar dig, tro!

(Verse 1) In the heart of the prairie, where tumbleweeds roll, Lived a cowboy named Gundersen, with a vegan soul. His boots were worn, hat tilted just right, But his diet was different, causing quite a fight. (Chorus) Oh, Gundersen rode the range, singing his refrain, “Give me weed, not tobacco, and beer without the grain. Beef? Nah, I’ll pass. Bacon? Not my style. Cheese? Well, maybe vegan, with a hint of guile.” (Verse 2) He’d strum his guitar under moonlit skies, Dreaming of tempeh and almond milk pies. His trusty steed, Tofu, grazed on kale, While Gundersen pondered the vegan trail. (Chorus) Oh, Gundersen rode the range, singing his refrain, “Give me weed, not tobacco, and beer without the grain. Beef? Nah, I’ll pass. Bacon? Not my style. Cheese? Well, maybe vegan, with a hint of guile.” (Bridge) One day, he met a cowgirl, fiery and bold, Her name? The Vegan Teacher, as the story unfolds. She preached plant-based gospel, tofu in hand, While Gundersen chewed on a carrot stick brand.

In this crazy world, where love can come and go, I'm grateful for the ones who stay, who make my heart glow, Through thick and thin, we've faced the highs and lows, My BFFs, you're my rock, the ones I truly know. My BFFs, you're by my side, oh, how we've grown, Through laughter and tears, together we've shown, The bond we have, it's unbreakable and true, I love you guys, my BFFs, I'm forever grateful to you. Countless memories we've made, dancing in the rain, Late-night gigs and all our silly games, You've seen me at my worst, yet loved me just the same, My BFFs, you're my family, my eternal flame. Through all the storms we weathered, we've never strayed, With you, my BFFs, I've found where I belong, no need to search or trade, You've heard my secrets, my dreams, my fears, In your arms, my BFFs, I've found solace through the years. My BFFs, you're by my side, oh, how we've grown, Through laughter and tears, together we've shown, The bond we have, it's unbreakable and true, I love you guys, my BFFs, I'm forever grateful to you. In this song I sing, my heart's full of pride, For the friends who've stayed, never left my side, Through all the ups and downs, forever we

Julie bob you are amazing, I find myself gazing into your eyes.

## Vers 1: I Meny, i køen, der står jeg nå, Kyllinglår i handlekurven min, oh så bra. Saftig og mørt, med skinn så sprøtt, Det er min favoritt, det er min lott. ## Refreng: Kyllinglår, kyllinglår, du er min skatt, Stekt i smør og krydder, det er så glatt. Med poteter ved siden, og litt salat, Kyllinglår, du er min beste mat. ## Vers 2: På kjøkkenet mitt, der svinger jeg kniven, Krydrer og steker, mens solen går ned. Kyllinglår på tallerken, et smil på mitt fjes, Det er enkelt og godt, det er min suksess. ## Refreng: Kyllinglår, kyllinglår, du er min skatt, Stekt i smør og krydder, det er så glatt. Med poteter ved siden, og litt salat, Kyllinglår, du er min beste mat. ## Outro: Så takk, Meny, for kyllinglårets magi, Enkle gleder i hverdagen, det er min melodi. Kyllinglår, du er min lille sang, I dagligvarebutikken, der jeg hører hjemme, kjangs.

## Vers 1: I Meny, i køen, der står jeg nå, Kyllinglår i handlekurven min, oh så bra. Saftig og mørt, med skinn så sprøtt, Det er min favoritt, det er min lott. ## Refreng: Kyllinglår, kyllinglår, du er min skatt, Stekt i smør og krydder, det er så glatt. Med poteter ved siden, og litt salat, Kyllinglår, du er min beste mat. ## Vers 2: På kjøkkenet mitt, der svinger jeg kniven, Krydrer og steker, mens solen går ned. Kyllinglår på tallerken, et smil på mitt fjes, Det er enkelt og godt, det er min suksess. ## Outro: Så takk, Meny, for kyllinglårets magi, Enkle gleder i hverdagen, det er min melodi. Kyllinglår, du er min lille sang, I dagligvarebutikken, der jeg hører hjemme, kjangs.

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Verse 1 Down the snowy lane, we ride in the sleigh, We’re having a country Christmas, in the old-fashioned way. The farmhouse aglow, with lights so warm and bright, Gather 'round the tree, on this silent night. Chorus We’re having a country Christmas, it’s a family affair, With songs of old and laughter to share. In the soft glow of moonlight, everything’s right, We’re having a country Christmas, tonight. Verse 2 Stockings on the mantle, cookies on the plate, We’re having a country Christmas, oh, we can hardly wait! Tales of yesteryears, told with a smile, In the warmth of kinship, we linger awhile. Chorus We’re having a country Christmas, it’s a family affair, With songs of old and laughter to share. In the soft glow of moonlight, everything’s right, We’re having a country Christmas, tonight. Bridge Nostalgia in the air, as we recall, The Christmases past, the big and small. In the heart of the country, time slows down, We cherish these moments, in this quiet town. Chorus We’re having a country Christmas, it’s a family affair, With songs of old and laughter to share. In the soft glow of moonlight, everything’s right, We’re having a country Christmas, tonight. Outro So here’s

Upcreek girl, I hear you singing

(Verse 1) In the heart of the wild, where the cypress trees sway, Gundersen rode hard, at the break of day. His six-shooter gleamed, like a promise unspoken, He aimed for justice, with chains now broken. (Chorus) Gundersen’s ride, through moonlit pines, He sang of freedom, under starry signs. With a rebel’s fire, and a heart unchained, He rode for the slaves, their freedom regained. (Verse 2) The cotton fields whispered, tales of despair, But Gundersen’s outlaw soul wouldn’t bear. He cut the shackles, with a blade of defiance, And rode with the wind, with his new formed alliance!. (Chorus) Gundersen’s ride, through moonlit pines, He sang of freedom, under starry signs. With a rebel’s fire, and a heart unchained, He rode for the slaves, their freedom regained. (Outro) As dawn painted the sky, Gundersen stood tall, His outlaw legacy echoed through the squall. He’d ride into legend, a bandit set free, Gundersen’s name etched in history.

(Verse 1) Beneath the moon's soft glow Out on that open road I'm chasing dreams where they lay Underneath the Milky Way (Chorus) Stars shine bright in the midnight sky Guiding me, telling me it's alright In this vast universe, I find my home Lost in the beauty of the stars alone (Verse 2) With each constellation's glow I feel a sense of hope Like old friends, they light my way Through the trials and the fray (Chorus) Stars shine bright in the midnight sky Guiding me, telling me it's alright In this vast universe, I find my home Lost in the beauty of the stars alone (Bridge) They twinkle like diamonds above Reminding me of the ones I love No matter where I may roam The stars are my compass, my guiding stone (Chorus) Stars shine bright in the midnight sky Guiding me, telling me it's alright In this vast universe, I find my home Lost in the beauty of the stars alone (Outro) Underneath this celestial dome I'll keep singing, making this my home For in the quiet of the night's embrace I find solace in the stars' grace

(Verse 1) In the morning light, I rise up with a song, Thanking Jesus, who's been with me all along. Through the trials and the troubles that I've faced, His love and mercy, they never are displaced. (Chorus) Hallelujah, praise His name, Jesus Christ, forever reigns. He's the savior of my soul, Making broken hearts whole. (Verse 2) When the storms rage and the winds they blow, I'll trust in Jesus, for He's in control. With His peace that surpasses all I know, I'll walk with Him wherever I may go. (Chorus) Hallelujah, praise His name, Jesus Christ, forever reigns. He's the savior of my soul, Making broken hearts whole. (Bridge) Oh, the joy that fills my heart, Knowing I'll never be apart, From the love that He freely gives, In Him alone my spirit lives. (Chorus) Hallelujah, praise His name, Jesus Christ, forever reigns. He's the savior of my soul, Making broken hearts whole. (Outro) So I'll sing this song of praise, All my days, all my days. Jesus Christ, forever reigns, Hallelujah, praise His name.

(Verse 1) In Broken Ridge, where dust and whiskey flow, Lived Gundersen, eyes cold as mountain snow. Van Cleef’s gang rode in, vengeance on their mind, But Gundersen drew quick, and said about damn time! (Chorus) Gundersen, oh Gundersen, A legend whispered in moonlit haze. He faced death a hundred times before, But this duel would be his final blaze. (Verse 2) Van Cleef fell, scarred face twisted in defeat, The crowd held its breath, the clouds spelled death. Gundersen’s name etched in the West’s wall of stone, For every outlaw’s fate, there’s no coming home. (Chorus) Gundersen, oh Gundersen, A legend whispered in moonlit haze. He faced death a hundred times before, But this duel would be his final blaze. (Outro) Desert winds whisper of Gundersen’s fame, His his legacy so grand no mortal man could claim. Van Cleef’s gang disbanded, fear replaced by gloom, And Broken Ridge echoes their doom.

(Verse 1) In Broken Ridge, where dust and whiskey flow, Lived Gundersen, eyes cold as desert wind. Van Cleef’s gang rode in, vengeance in their stride, But Gundersen drew quick, their reign would end. (Chorus) Gundersen, oh Gundersen, A legend whispered in moonlit haze. He faced death a hundred times before, But this duel would be his final blaze. (Verse 2) Van Cleef fell, scarred face twisted in defeat, The crowd held its breath, sun dipping low. Gundersen’s name etched in the West’s tale, For every outlaw’s fate, there’s no rest to know. (Chorus) Gundersen, oh Gundersen, A legend whispered in moonlit haze. He faced death a hundred times before, But this duel would be his final blaze. (Outro) Desert winds whisper of Gundersen’s fame, His grave marked by a lone cactus bloom. Van Cleef’s gang disbanded, fear replaced by awe, And Broken Ridge echoes their doom.

(Verse 1) In a dusty old barn, up in Trondheim town, Lives Single Gundersen, a man of renown. His heart’s been broken, his spirit’s been bruised, But he finds solace in the things he’s used. (Pre-Chorus) Beer cans stacked high, like a tower of dreams, He sips away sorrows, or so it seems. Tobacco smoke swirls, dances in the air, As Single Gundersen strums his old guitar. (Chorus) 🍺 “Beer, oh beer, my faithful friend, You’re the remedy for a heart on the mend. In this attic barn, I drown my blues, With every sip, I’m closer to the truth.” 🍺 (Verse 2) Weed leaves whisper secrets, tangled in his hair, NASCAR posters adorn the walls with care. Single Gundersen, a lone troubadour, Sings tales of love lost, forevermore. (Pre-Chorus) Alcohol-fueled confessions spill from his lips, As moonlight spills through cracks in the roof’s old slits. He strums and he sways, lost in memories, The attic barn echoes with his melodies. (Bridge) The stars wink above, as Single Gundersen croons, His worn boots tapping to a lonesome tune. The night wraps around him, like a well-worn coat, And the attic barn becomes his sanctuary, remote. (Chorus) 🍺 “Beer, oh beer, my faithful friend until the end..

(Verse 1) 🎵 I met Single Geir up in Trondheim town, He had a little loft, where he’d never frown. With a bottle of whiskey and a joint in hand, He sang songs of freedom across the land. 🎵 (Chorus) 🎵 Single Geir, oh Single Geir, In his little loft, he’d disappear. Uføretrygdet, but his spirit soared, Psychedelic dreams, and the weed he adored. 🎵 (Verse 2) 🎵 His eyes were wild, like the Eastmarka woods, Where he wandered alone, misunderstood. Alcohol flowed, like a river’s stream, In Single Geir’s heart, a country dream. 🎵 (Bridge) 🎵 The moon would rise, and Geir would play, His guitar strummed tales of love and dismay. Through the haze of smoke, he’d find his way, In the quiet of night, where his heart would sway. 🎵 (Chorus) 🎵 Single Geir, oh Single Geir, In his little loft, he’d disappear. Uføretrygdet, but his spirit soared, Psychedelic dreams, and the weed he adored. 🎵 (Outro) Now Single Geir’s gone, but his songs remain, Echoing through the loft, like a sweet refrain. Alcohol, weed, and the Trondheim breeze, In Single Geir’s memory, we find our peace. klø mæ på ballan kiz🎵

Verse 1: In the morning light, I hear the call, Jesus walks beside me, He won't let me fall. With a melody so sweet, His love does unfold, In every note He sings, His story is told. Chorus: Oh, grace in every note, mercy in every chord, Jesus' love surrounds me, forevermore. With gospel truth and a bluesy tune, His love will guide me, under the crescent moon. Verse 2: On a dusty road, with a burdened heart, Jesus lifted me up, gave me a brand-new start. In the rhythm of life, His presence I find, With a jazzy beat, He's always on time. Chorus: Oh, grace in every note, mercy in every chord, Jesus' love surrounds me, forevermore. With gospel truth and a bluesy tune, His love will guide me, under the crescent moon. Bridge: Country roads or city streets, His love's the same, it can't be beat. Through trials and tribulations, He's my song, In His embrace, I belong. Verse 3: When the night is dark, and the path unclear, Jesus' voice whispers, "Have no fear." With a soulful sound, He calms the storm, His love, a melody, keeps me warm. Chorus: Oh, grace in every note, mercy in every chord, Jesus' love surrounds me, forevermore. With gospel truth and a bluesy tune, His love will guide

(Verse 1 - Tribal House) Drums echo through the night, Firelight flickers, burning bright. In the heart of the tribal ground, Lost souls dance, they are unbound. Ancient rhythms, deep and true, Calling spirits, old and new. But in the crowd, a tale unfolds, A story of love, as it's told. (Chorus) Shame on you, for breaking hearts, Tearing worlds, and tearing apart. In the dance, we find our way, But your betrayal, it led astray. (Verse 2 - Country House) Guitar strings strumming, soft and low, Moonlight shining, a gentle glow. In the barn, the music plays, Two-stepping lovers, lost in a daze. Cowboy hats, boots on the floor, Whiskey sipping, wanting more. But in the midst, a secret's kept, Promises broken, while others slept. (Chorus) Shame on you, for the lies you told, For the love you sold, and the hearts you stole. In the rhythm, we find our groove, But your deceit, it made us move. (Bridge - Tribal House) Djembe beats, pounding strong, In the circle, we all belong. But you strayed from the path we knew, Now the shame, it falls on you. (Bridge - Country House) Fiddles playing, melodies sweet, Under the stars, where lovers meet. But your actions, they weren't true,

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