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your vocal chords apart. Say Wo-o-o-o-o. Say ”Wo!”and move your body. Shake. it down and move your body. Wo-o-o-o-o-o. Don't stop and keep your engines moving. Guys lets sing out. Just get crazy to this
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Quiet nights of quiet stars,. Quiet chords from my guitar,. Floating on the silence that surronds us,. Quiet thoughts and quiet dreams,. Quiet walks by quiet streams,. And window that looking so
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. He found a night club he could work at the door. She had a guitar and she taught him some chords. The sky was the limit. Chorus. Into the great wide open. Under them skies of blue. Out in the
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Quiet nights of quiet stars,. Quiet chords from my guitar,. Floating on the silence that surronds us,. Quiet thoughts and quiet dreams,. Quiet walks by quiet streams,. And window that looking so
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Quiet nights of quiet stars,. Quiet chords from my guitar,. Floating on the silence that surronds us,. Quiet thoughts and quiet dreams,. Quiet walks by quiet streams,. And window that looking so
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. He found a night club he could work at the door. She had a guitar and she taught him some chords. The sky was the limit. Chorus. Into the great wide open. Under them skies of blue. Out in the
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Quiet nights of quiet stars,. Quiet chords from my guitar,. Floating on the silence that surronds us,. Quiet thoughts and quiet dreams,. Quiet walks by quiet streams,. And window that looking so
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*, homie, know me? Get in work, fa' we puffin' licks, homie. I got the vocal chords, wanna hear some more?. How I ran a block, dropped and picked up brauds. In a hooptie not a drop-top, got ya
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it's a 2 way street, kid Casually seatin' with some thick chords eatin'. With my album playing at a big board meetin'. I love this, being the coolest and the ruffest. A big willie woman pulls the
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. . G. I'm tweaking. Into a whole new era. G-Funk. Step to this. I dare ya. Funk. On a whole new level. . Nate. The rhythm is the bass and the bass is the treble. . G. Chords. Strings. We
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chords no matter how theyre played. it makes you feel secure, cause you know that after, did de *** de didde the other one is gonna. On. it never fails, simple . . . some people would say it's
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got my chords, you've got your keyboard, both of us got all night. Try again, I'm wishing you well. But you will never roast me better than I roast myself. Hang 'em high, 'cause you won't take my life
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'cause it rhymed. Four chords, three minutes, you never fit in it. So I just take you line by line. Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh. I'll be writing about you for the rest of my life. Line by line by line by line
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songs. There was one I couldn't do. I think the lyric went. You'll miss me when I'm gone. But the chords I was confused. I'd ask you 'round. And you could tell me. Where I'm wrong. But then I know you'd
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other words I'm off the meat rack. bring the beat back. bring me two extension chords. I'mma measure my dick *** I need 6 inches more. *** my dicks big bitch. need I remind you that I don't need the
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. Respect this, like a Lexus repo man, I took that Five cats to death, dog, like shop, Im gonna set more. Handwritten obituaries, vocal through my chords. Lights out, just pull the nines out. Lets find out
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not offend yer ear. And the same old chords goin' over 'n' over. Became a symphony. We would play it again 'n' again 'n' again. 'Cause it sounded good to me. ONE MORE TIME!. We could jam in Joe's
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secret hideaway,. He must've forgot to close his door,. As he cranked out those dismal chords,. And his four walls declared him insane. I found my way,. Right time, wrong place,. As I pled my case. You're
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, dealing with it all when you're here. Don't need to say no more. Nothing in the world that I would change it for. Singing something pop'y on the same four chords. Used to worry 'bout it, but I don't no more
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Song Americano - Lady Gaga. I met a girl in east LA. In floral shorts - as sweet as May. She sang in eights in two Barrio chords. We fell in love, but not in court. La la la la la la. La la la la la
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Intro. I met a girl in East LA. In floral shorts as sweet as May. She sang in eights in two Barrio chords. We fell in love. But not in court. Interlude. La la la la la la la. La la la la la la la. La
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stop to restart, I put up a guard. The glaze in your stare, the pressure in the air. You made me feel dumb, I wasn't aware. My chords are too jazz. My lyrics are too sad. My thoughts are too dark. Well
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time or two and inflamed vocal chords. I've had a toothache so severe my jawbone split in two. But nothing's ever hurt me half as bad as losing you. . Well, I've had the lit end of a cigar pressed
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she looked at me,. And I turned on those KC lights and drove all night,. Cuz it felt so right,. Her and I man we felt so right. I put it in park,. and grabbed my guitar,. and strummed a couple chords
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If I strum chords would you sing a song with me?. If I leave town would you leave along with me?. We can fly away to outer space. We can find a way to leave this place We dont need a map and you
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Song Americano - Lady Gaga. I met a girl in east LA. In floral shorts - as sweet as May. She sang in eights in two Barrio chords. We fell in love, but not in court. La la la la la la. La la la la la
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living in another world (Living in another world). Whoaaaaaa There are nights I feel I could die. Four chords and a beat keep me alive. You can barely recognize. Everything beyond my eyes. I've been
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is. And what it is I know I've never felt it You'd paint my world in a different kind of colours. You'd play new chords to my song. And we could so easily be lovers. As much as I would love to try
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song once, he couldn't make it rhyme. He went two or three chords on a pawn shop guitar, . he just never quite had what it took to be a star, so he's a critic. I work for the Gazette man. I got a real
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out, I wanna get out, I wanna get out, I wanna get out, I wanna get. Out, AHHHHH!. Oh he wanna play chords to the chick on the street. He wanna play words to a world that don't speak. He wanna play
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chords. (Mumbling) alright. I wanna get that fella. With the little horn over there Fred, can you take us higher. (Yeah) take us higher. Fred, Fred, Fred You know what. When I hear a groove like this
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Juice WRLD. Maybe it's the love, maybe it's the drugs. Maybe it's because my girlfriend is the plug. Cocaine strums like guitar chords. She loves drugs, she goes hardcore. She's hidin' from the truth
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? ). He lay, pressing it against his throat (your eyes). He opened his throat (your eyes). His vocal chords started shooting like (of a horse) mad pituitary glands. The scream he made (and my heart) was
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level. The rythmn is the base and the base is the treble. Chords. Strings. We brings. Melody. G-Funk. Where rythmn is life. And life is rythmn. If you know like I know. You don't want to step to
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hearts in darkness. Down for the longest, son peep the songlist. Radiate enormous, pure peak performance. Vocal chords the strongest, acapella or cordless. Hit town, draw crowds like space shuttle
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). Always been that lyrical sort,. Kicking in doors. Standards of living are poor. Don't let me meet you're girlfriend. That'll just lead to babies like umbilical chords. I gotta. Nice set of skills
