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kisses worth waiting for, babe I don't stay out late, don't care to go. I'm home about eight, me and my radio, babe. Ain't misbehaving. Saving all my love for you
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. Rule number seven leave no space in between. And here's number eight just be real what I may believe No lies, no tricks of any kind. Be true, love art, showing insight. And I wil aboslutely love you
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have eight. . Chorus. . Kids if you want some fun. See what you never have seen. Take off your cheaters and sit right down. Start the projection machine. . Chorus
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. But I live with desertion and eight million people. Distant noises of other voices pulsing in my swinging arms. Caress the sound, so many dead And all the other voices said. Change your mind you're
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(Ian Hunter/Mick Ralphs). . Eight-track machine playing 'Half Moon Bay'. Drivin' in my Volks down on Hamstead Way. Her mother got bust on a 88. And her brother got stuck on my number plate
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I call her Firefly. Cause, oh, my. She radiates moonglow. Wants none of that noon glow. She starts to glitter. When the sun goes down. . Bout eight P. M. , it's mayhem. She switches those
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have eight. . Chorus. . Kids if you want some fun. See what you never have seen. Take off your cheaters and sit right down. Start the projection machine. . Chorus
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. Giddy up, giddy up a Ding Dong. Giddy up, giddy up a Ding Dong. Giddy up, giddy up, giddy up. We rode and we rode the whole night through. My horse was tired, I was too. I had a date with my girl at eight
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tell them that there ain't no God,. That they're better off standin' alone. You're always scratchin' at the eight ball,. No one really knows the reason why. You get to the top and then you fall
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. . I don't stay out late, don't care to go. I'm home about eight, me and my radio, babe. Ain't misbehaving. Saving all my love for you
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. . I don't stay out late, don't care to go. I'm home about eight, me and my radio, babe. Ain't misbehaving. Saving all my love for you
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out late, don't care to go. I'm home about eight, me and my radio, babe. Ain't misbehaving. Saving all my love for you
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out. . Well, I'm down at the bar, out of my mind,. Tighter than an eight-day clock with no way to unwind,. That jukebox cries the blues like it knows what I'm about. Since my woman left, I'm down
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Work it, fix it, rock it, move it, crack it, smack it, feel the beat. Bring the bass back!. B-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-beat the bass! B-Beat the bass!. Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three. Two!. One
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reason why they're hatin' Treat us like some superstars. And only 'cause that's what we are. You know we're going really far. And y'all ain't even heard it all You hate 'cause I'm a rockstar, a rockstar
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they know just who we are. There they go it's them ghetto superstars. The latest throw backs and the ones on my feet. Get off the Benz and them I'm off up in the Jeep. Take ya fix with chicks that look
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Born This Way - Lady Gaga. It doesn't matter if you love him or capital H-I-M. Just put your paws up. 'Cause you were born this way, baby. My mama told me when I was young. We are all born superstars
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told me when I was young. We are all born superstars. She rolled my hair and put my lipstick on. In the glass of her boudoir. "There's nothin wrong with lovin who you are". She said, "'cause he made you
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me when I was young, . We are all born superstars. She rolled my hair and put my lipstick on. In the glass of her boudoir. "There's nothin' wrong
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superstars. She rolled my hair and put my lipstick on. In the glass of her boudoir. There's nothin' wrong with lovin' who you are. She said, 'cause He made you perfect, babe. So hold your head up, girl and you
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. We are all born superstars. She rolled my hair and put my lipstick on. In the glass of her boudoir. There's nothin' wrong with lovin' who you are. She said, 'cause He made you perfect, babe. So hold
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make that thing go grrrata-ta-ta. I've been in the Hills fuckin' superstars. Feelin' like a popstar. Drankin' Henny, bad bitches jumpin' in the pool. And they ain't got on no bra. Hit her from the back
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me when I was young, . We are all born superstars. She rolled my hair and put my lipstick on. In the glass of her boudoir. "There's nothin' wrong
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quite like you. Do your hair, I bought you shoes. We can hit the town like superstars do. You want love?. Then let me show you love. Give me the key to your heart. I can give you what you want. When
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Born This Way - Lady Gaga. It doesn't matter if you love him or capital H-I-M. Just put your paws up. 'Cause you were born this way, baby. My mama told me when I was young. We are all born superstars
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me when I was young, . We are all born superstars. She rolled my hair and put my lipstick on. In the glass of her boudoir. "There's nothin' wrong
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. We are all born superstars. She rolled my hair and put my lipstick on. In the glass of her boudoir. There's nothin' wrong with lovin' who you are. She said, 'cause He made you perfect, babe. So hold
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Bài hát Born This Way - Ulrik Munther. My mama told me when I was young. We are all born superstars. She rolled my hair and put my lipstick on. In the glass of her budoir. “There’s nothin’ wrong with
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thee eight by eight. Eight for the eight that stood at the gate Seven for the seven that never got to heaven. Six for the six that never got fixed. Five for the gospel preachers. Four for the four
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Bài hát The Day Before You Came - ABBA. Must have left my house at eight, because I always do. My train, I'm certain, left the station just when it was due. I must have read the morning paper going
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tiThe Day Before You Came. arABBA. al. The Day Before You Came. -- ABBA --. I must have left my house at eight because I always do. My train I'm certain left the station just when it was due. I must
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kweli. Yo, I got my man on the side of me. Mos def-initely, and we, are. . (fresh) black star. (fresh) g young. (fresh) hi-tek. (fresh) native tongue. (fresh) shawn j. (fresh) eighty-eight
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. Feel the heat I got that burnin' hot desi-i-i-re. And no one can put out my fi-i-i-re. It's coming right down through the wi-i-i-re. Here it comes. When I hear them eight o eight drums. It's got me
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leave;. Four, I'm searching for that door;. Five, then I look into your eyes;. Six, take a deep breathe;. Seven, take a step back;. Eight, nine, I don't get why, we even started this fight;. By the time I
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since nineteen fifty-two I've been. Waitin' on a woman. When I picked her up for our first date. I told her I'd be there at eight. And she came down the stairs at eight-thirty. She said I'm sorry that I
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This is the third of June, nineteen eighty eight. A highly unimportant day. Some airplane gliding into one of the bigger clouds over Manhattan. In a downtown far away, Mr. Toomy, our face in a