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Words and music by rick nielsen. I'm lookin' out for number one, yeah. I'm lookin' out for number one. Work and slave, sometimes succeed. I'm lookin' out for number one. . I got hot but never
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Words and music by rick nielsen. I'm lookin' out for number one, yeah. I'm lookin' out for number one. Work and slave, sometimes succeed. I'm lookin' out for number one. . I got hot but never
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If there's a God in heaven. What's he waiting for?. If he can't hear the children. Then he must see the war But it seems to me. That he leads his lambs. To the slaughter house. And not the
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(lyrics by Russell Watson & Angela Lupino, music by Carter Burwell). (based on the theme from the motion picture Rob Roy). . As the sun goes down. On another day. I know you'll still be there
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Music makes pictures and often tells stories. All of it magic and all of it true. And all of the pictures and all of the stories. All of the magic, the music is you Music makes pictures and often
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Here's another song for the radio. Life isn't fair for the people who care. Stick your nose in the air and that's how you'll go far. So, go tell your lovers, your fathers and brothers. Your sisters
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Remember last Christmas eve. When we sat next to our first tree. Ornaments reflected light. Of a candle in the night And I gave you a music box. Back then it seemed like so much. We watched it
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mann (percussion, vocals). Napoleon murphy brock (background vocals). Andre lewis (background vocals). Randy thornton (background vocals). Davey moire (background vocals) Maybe you should stay with
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Woh ho ho. Yeah he yeah. Just rockin' to the music. Dance. Dance. I know it's foolish but I like your touch. It keeps me movin' till I've had enough. You're on a pedestal, I felt so alone
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I'm a long way from you,. I'm a long way from home. And who cares for the feeling. Of being alone?. The notes and the words. They will always unfold. And I'm left with a manuscript. That will
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I'm a long way from you. I'm a long way from home. And who cares for the feeling. Of being alone? The notes and the words. They will always unfold. And I'm left with a manuscript. That will
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I'm a long way from you,. I'm a long way from home. And who cares for the feeling. Of being alone?. The notes and the words. They will always unfold. And I'm left with a manuscript. That will
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You can dance-every dance with the guy. Who gives you the eye,. And let him hold you tight. You can smile, every smile for the man. Who held your hand. Beneath the candle light. But don't
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You can dance-every dance with the guy. Who gives you the eye,. And let him hold you tight. You can smile, every smile for the man. Who held your hand. Beneath the candle light. But don't
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. If we can try with every day to make it better as it grows. With any luck then I suppose, the music never ends. . I know, the way I feel for you, it's now or never. (How do you keep the music
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night. Oh lord. . I'll just pretend she's here. With me. I'll close my eyes. Her face I'll see. I know it's make believe. But it's the only hope for me. . Let the music play I just want to dance
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night. Oh lord. . I'll just pretend she's here. With me. I'll close my eyes. Her face I'll see. I know it's make believe. But it's the only hope for me. . Let the music play I just want to dance
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night. Oh lord. . I'll just pretend she's here. With me. I'll close my eyes. Her face I'll see. I know it's make believe. But it's the only hope for me. . Let the music play I just want to dance
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having a fiesta,. let's dance until siesta,. when the sun comes alive. oooh oooh ooh ooooh. I've been waiting for summertime to come. welcome beaches, lying in the sun. music playing, people everywhere. no
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on the phone. Need you on the other side. So when your tears roll down your pillow like a river. I'll be there for you. I'll be there for you. When you're screaming but they only hear you whisper. I'll
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We still wear our rings, we still say I love you. We both play the part oh so well. But everyone knows it's just a sad show. And we're only fooling ourselves It's like living in a house with no
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house, I know it can't be fun. I've watched mommy and daddy and if that's the way it's done. I don't wanna play house, it makes my mommy cry. 'Cause when she played house, my daddy said, "Goodbye" I
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house, I know it can't be fun. I've watched mommy and daddy and if that's the way it's done. I don't wanna play house, it makes my mommy cry. 'Cause when she played house, my daddy said, "Goodbye" I
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goin' away sweet mama, just to wear you off my mind. So if I live here in Chicago, money's gonna be my crime. . This house is lonesome, my baby left me all alone. I said this house is lonesome, my
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In the house where alice lives. Alice's. It's a mess of souvenirs. There to remind. Telling the time. In the garden where you go. Flowers die. People say it's cold out there. You disagree
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Song Where My House Lives . Singer Willie Nelson. Stop here. Across the street to your right. That's where my house lives. Sometimes I stayed there at night But mostly I was on the move. Business
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, you can soothe my soul. You was there for me, music. I was goin out of control, 'til I heard Marvin Gaye. "Now it ain't a mountain high enough, when time is rough". I turn to you, yeah. Believe it
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House Lights. It’s time to make a start. To get to know your heart. Time to show your face. Time to take your place. In every speck of dust. In every universe. When you feel most alone. You will not
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, c'mon everybody Well, took my eyes from the wall 'cause I'm gonna dance with three or four. Till you can't hear the music for the bare feet slappin' on the floor. When you hear the music and you can't
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It's happening baby. They're putting up the chairs. Zaking the money. And all we can do is pray. Pray for tomorrow. . So close your eyes. So close your mouth. And do this all in time to the
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Bài hát Turn Down For What - Dj Snake, Lil Jon. Fire up that loud. Another round of shots. Turn down for what? x5. Fire up that loud. Another round of shots. Turn down for what? x5. Fire up that loud
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you're still riding in my car No cash in the bank, no paid holidays. All we have, all we have is. Gas in the tank, maps for the getaway. All we have, all we have is time Parked outside the house we used
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. Ain't nothing sweet nigga, recognize the bloody clothes. Ready to represent the Grove wit two calicoes. I carry 4's in my side pocket. While yours cock a nigga mind poppin'. Walk through you house wit