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lone. I smile because I won't do. I smile because you won't do Put flowers in your hand. Wrap pretend around my chest. I smile because I won't do. I am your bore Sink my little soul for you. And
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Just keep your head above water. You gotta work yourself to death. And you ask yourself "Why high?". 'Cause you're never seemed to get ahead. But don't be like the lone ranger. As the same every
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traffic squad cars are after. Our lone driver. The last American hero. The, the electric sitar. The demi-God. The super driver of the golden west Two nasty Nazi cars are close behind. The beautiful
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niggaz. You ain't already bumpin' and you can't ride wid us Natural born killaz, boys in the hood can ya fil' us?. We make the noise sound good. This ain't a game, we ain't trippin' dummy. We nation
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leave me 'lone. He always tell me he miss it. He want a F-R-E-A-K (freaky girl). F-R-E-A-K (freaky girl). A-K, A-K, A-K. E-A-K (freaky girl). F-R-E— (uh, JT). Pink pussy, pink coupe, no roof. Made him eat
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everybody in the world, who needs the same lone thing. When I wanna work for your love daddy. When I wanna try for you love daddy. I don't understand, how come, your gone, man I don't understand why half
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hot. You got my attention and it takes a lot. Baby you turn me on. I'm not gon' letcha lone. All I want to do. Is to get to know you betta. Im'a ghetto girl that can do whateva. Baby say it's all good
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everybody in the world, who needs the same lone thing. When I wanna work for your love daddy. When I wanna try for you love daddy. I don't understand, how come, your gone, man I don't understand why half
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everybody in the world, who needs the same lone thing. When I wanna work for your love daddy. When I wanna try for you love daddy. I don't understand, how come, your gone, man I don't understand why half
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hot. You got my attention and it takes a lot. Baby you turn me on. I'm not gon' letcha lone. All I want to do. Is to get to know you betta. Im'a ghetto girl that can do whateva. Baby say it's all good
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hot. You got my attention and it takes a lot. Baby you turn me on. I'm not gon' letcha lone. All I want to do. Is to get to know you betta. Im'a ghetto girl that can do whateva. Baby say it's all good
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Check it, I got styles, all of 'em sick. Niggaz ain't fit to walk a mile in the dead man's kicks. I make 'em * about a pile, of bricks to show. He ain't nuttin' but another, a lone John Doe. That
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everybody in the world, who needs the same lone thing. When I wanna work for your love daddy. When I wanna try for you love daddy. I don't understand, how come, your gone, man I don't understand why half
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. But these memories, they won't leave me lone. I guess I fall asleep, but then again I won’t. Floating in circles, feelin so worthless. Pre-Hook. But then the days go by, and the nights gets longer. I
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of his bed with his feet on the floor. There was dope in his veins and a pistol on the drawer. One lone investigation as such. He hated needles but he knew too much Criss crossed on his back. Scars
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a ***, au mois d'avril,. ? La t? L?, dans les journaux,. De pas se d? Couvrir d'un fil,. Que l'printemps c'? Tait pour bient? T,. Les vieux principes du seizi? Me si? Cle,. Et les vieilles
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. Will never let you be lone and be gone from your side. Hidden out in your chest, and the day will come. When all those chains, unbound restraints. At all times, together, we'll be fighting on. ♪. Brought
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. And tell a motha fucker who, who ever try to cross me. Some call me J-bone, some call me Har???-bone. And yes see ima youngblood. And dese bitches they wont leave me lone. Right or wrong. You
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hit wit' the lone star, ripped where ya bones are. So tell me how yo' ass gon' run, from a C-Z-P-O-1?. In the midst of real steel movers, you a loser. Merk you wit'cha own shooters. All you want is
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life. You tryin' to get some trife. None of you I fear. I'm runnin' this right chea. Aint gone she'd no tears. When you disappear. . Chorus. . I try to leave that lone. But you did that wrong
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remember what it's like. There's a lone soldier on the cross, smoke pourin' out of a boxcar door,. You didn't know it, you didn't think it could be done, in the final end he won the wars. After losin' every
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Sandy Hook, Stoneman Douglas. Another lone-wolf gunman. Sometimes I don't know what this. World has come to, it's blowin' up. And this whole country is goin' nuts. And the NRA is in our way. They're