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galore. Cigarette ashes, there they go on the floor. I'll go away weekends, leave my keys in the door. But why try to change me now?. Why can't I be more conventional?. People talk, people stare, so I try
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Darling I'm killed. I'm in puddle on the floor. Waiting for you to return. Oh what a thrill. Fascinations galore. How you tease. How you leave me to burn. It's so deadly my dear. The power of
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Dans la boutique du tailleur. Tes vieux parents, tes frres, tes surs. Nous avons tant de peine au cur. Sarah, Sarah reviens vers nous. Mamie ne cesse de pleurer. Sa grande enfant, son adore. Tu
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Dans la boutique du tailleur. Tes vieux parents, tes frres, tes surs. Nous avons tant de peine au cur. Sarah, Sarah reviens vers nous. Mamie ne cesse de pleurer. Sa grande enfant, son adore. Tu
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, no doubts no more and praise galore. Now they just want a piece of the cake. And they tell me. I should not forget, forget. All the little people. Who doubted me and said use your head. Because all I
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all. I have big plans, aspirations galore. In order to achieve, I've got to leave. Someone else can mop this floor
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feels like I'm walking on land mines. Just a step away from bringing on disaster. Everywhere the pressure builds. The years of galore, the guilt and tears. And, oh, just waiting for the dawn to break. Oh
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around. With a skeleton hand say -. I am electric head a cannibal galore a. Television said. Yeah do not victimize. Read the mother. Fucker-psychoholic lies yeah -. Into a psychic war I. Tear my
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Ribbons and paper cover the floor. It's been a good Christmas, presents galore. Everyone's happy, I'm happy, too. 'Cause oh, what a night, oh, what a night. Night before Christmas I had with you
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kiss, cop a feel, off a girl in high heels. Oh we all came in our cumberbuns. . I was raised here in Westchester County. Tennis courts, golf courses galore. By the country club pool at the Country
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daydreams galore. Cigarette ashes, there they go on the floor. I'll go away weekends, leave my keys in the door. But why try to change me now?. . Why can't I be more conventional?. People talk, people
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around. With a skeleton hand say -. I am electric head a cannibal galore a. Television said. Yeah do not victimize. Read the mother. Fucker-psychoholic lies yeah -. Into a psychic war I. Tear my
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around. With a skeleton hand say -. I am electric head a cannibal galore a. Television said. Yeah do not victimize. Read the mother. Fucker-psychoholic lies yeah -. Into a psychic war I. Tear my
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Ribbons and paper cover the floor. It's been a great Christmas with presents galore. Everyone's happy and I'm happy too. Oh, what a night, oh, what a night. Night before Christmas I had with you
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there and he had hair galore. . The man in the looking glass, who can he be?. The man in the looking glass, can he possibly be me?. Where's our young Romeo, the lad who used to sigh?. Who's the
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around. With a skeleton hand say -. I am electric head a cannibal galore a. Television said. Yeah do not victimize. Read the mother. Fucker-psychoholic lies yeah -. Into a psychic war I. Tear my
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are gettin' lapped. I always step up I’m clutch, this is planned, this isn’t luck. My adviser is my gut, please don't ever interrupt. I got businesses galore, I just opened up my store. 'Bout to see the
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back up vans galore. Never saw such a street full of losers Wouldn't believe it, if you seen it. Oh, mayhem doo doo doop. Yeah, mayhem doo doo doop. Yeah, mayhem doo doo doop. A lotta mayhem, woh oh
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. At the Chinese cafe way downtown. I was steamed, I was fried but you stood by my side. When I had my nervous breakdown There were noodles galore all over the floor. And hot mustard sauce everywhere
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boulard d'Adelaïde. Un, deux, trois, quatre, biatch, polygamie. Œil noir j'suis à Carthage, au Sommet d'la pyramide. Si j'ai assez frère je partage, sinon nique ton arrière mamie. Si tu m'ché-cher
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Dorothy Fields / Jimmy McHugh. . Don't want my mamie. I don't need a friend. My heart is broken. It won't ever mend. I ain't much carin'. Just where I will end. I must have that man. . I'm
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, you could use the black car. Pull-up, hop out, Valet the car. 'Bout to go big, got bitches galore. Tippin' on the shh, then she drop it to the floor. I like blowjobs, she could be my employer. (back it
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, in all hundreds. Vibes galore, cute *, they all on us. I'm from Atlanta, where young niggas run *. I know they hating on me, but I don't read comments. Whenever I tell her to come, she coming
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wonders can one cavern hold?. Looking around here you'd think. Sure, she's got everything. . I've got gadgets and gizmo's a-plenty. I've got woozits and whatzits galore. You want thingamabobs? I've
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! Prince Ali! . Prince Ali! . Amorous he! Ali Ababwa . Heard your princess was a sight lovely to see . And that, good people, is why he got dolled up and dropped by . With sixty elephants, llamas galore
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trove, treasures untold. How many wonders can one cavern hold?. Looking around here, you'd think. Sure, she's got ev'rything. I've got gadgets and gizmos a-plenty. I've got who's-its and what's-its galore
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-its galore . You want thing-a-ma-bobs? I've got twenty . But who cares? No big deal. I want more . I wanna be where the people are . I wanna see, wanna see them dancing . Walkin' around on those . What
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hold?. Looking around here you think. Sure, she’s got everything. I’ve got gadgets and gismos a plenty. I’ve got who’s town what’s its galore. I walked in a world of sin, I’ve got 20. But who cares? No
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wonders can one cavern hold?. Looking around here you'd think. Sure, she's got everything. . I've got gadgets and gizmo's a-plenty. I've got woozits and whatzits galore. You want thingamabobs? I've
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wanna try my rhyme galore?. I give you metaphor from Helsinki to Singapore. Chorus. If you think that getting' this easy, fly away, fly away. If you think that getting' this easy, fly away 'cause I
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critics galore?. The cliche apathetic, passed out on the floor. The trusting complicit who collectively ignore. Do you still believe in all the things that you stood by before?. (That you stood by before
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for my lady and myself. My baby, My baby and myself Weve weathered storms before, Been through challenges galore. Now weve become, Two instead of one. But it breaks my heart when I, See tears fall
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with me here. And riches came galore. And now that I'm going back again. To dear old Erin's isle. My friends will meet me on the pier. And greet me with a smile. Their faces, sure, I've almost
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. I've got whozits and whatzits galore. You want thingamabobs? I've got twenty!. But who cares? No big deal,. I want more. I wanna be where the people are. I wanna see, wanna see them dancing. Walking
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think . Sure, she's got everything . I've got gadgets and gizmos a-plenty . I've got whozits and whatzits galore . You want thingamabobs? . I've got twenty! . But who cares? . No big deal . I want more
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it'd be distress galore. Thought I just wanted you there. With your hands in my hair. But I craved more. And you just wanted rock 'n roll, no heart and soul. And I knew that from the beginning. So why