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There's a hole in your logic. You who know all the answers. You claim science aint magic. And expect me to buy it. . And Goodbye Mr A. You promised you would love us. But you knew too much
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Verse 1. Back to the basics, freed from cages. Into the world of joy not stasis. Natural chemicals, endorphin, dopamine. Storming down my brain like a wild, wild vaccine. Welcome back Mr. Navigator
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There's a hole in your logic. You who know all the answers. You claim science aint magic. And expect me to buy it. . And Goodbye Mr A. You promised you would love us. But you knew too much
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you. You worked hard. And slaved and slaved for years. You played. And you played and played for years. Taxman, Mr. Heath (he's a thief). He's looking for run-in, yeah. Taxman, Mr. Heath (he's
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would not be lying. That's the way it's got to be. So Mr. Big. You'd better watch out. When only you hang around me. Oh for you now. I will dig. A great big hole in the ground. I don't care who
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timr. tambourine man. arthe byrds. al. mr. tambourine man/the byrds. Hey ! Mr Tambourine Man, play a song for me. I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to. Hey ! Mr Tambourine Man, play a
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would not be lying. That's the way it's got to be. So Mr. Big. You'd better watch out. When only you hang around me. Oh for you now. I will dig. A great big hole in the ground. I don't care who
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They looked. At her this way. Every since. She was a girl. Mr. Feathers. Mr. Feathers. The echo. In every smile. That would curl. Into a leer. Oh, my dear. (Oh, my dear). Mr. Feathers
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He's a bad man. Mr. Bad Man. And she had enough of him. So the wolves try to dry her eyes. 'cause the bad man made her cry. . But everyday I know that. I may just be closer. To the sea of
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would not be lying. That's the way it's got to be. So Mr. Big. You'd better watch out. When only you hang around me. Oh for you now. I will dig. A great big hole in the ground. I don't care who
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would not be lying. That's the way it's got to be. So Mr. Big. You'd better watch out. When only you hang around me. Oh for you now. I will dig. A great big hole in the ground. I don't care who
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bus about eleven. Sippin' a drink and feelin' fine. Chorus. We been dancin' with. Mr. Brownstone. He's been knockin'. He won't leave me alone. I used ta do a little. but a little wouldn't do. So the
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the man. If we meet someday, you can bet I would say. That it's me, Mr. Shorty, your friend
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is Mr. Goodbar, I'm came to offer champagne. Later on maybe I'll tell you my real name. But for now sip your drink and be merry. And be a nice girl and sing me a cherry Me, I'll have a Cowa-loo and
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. Look at my face, do I got a promise face?. Does it look like promise you anything?. Kanye!. Nigga! Is you snorin' in my class?. Wake up Mr. West! Mr. West. echoes into next song
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(georgia dobbins/robert bateman/william garret/brian holland). . Oh yes, wait a minute mister postman. Hey, hey, hey, hey mr. Postman. Just a little bit soul. . Clap your hands just a little
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, decide on what goes down. . Well, I met my match, plus you're more of a man than I ever had. This table's turned and I can't find the words. To describe how good it hurts. . You are my Mr. Right
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(Roger Taylor). . Dear Mr. Murdoch, what have you done. With your news of the screws and your soaraway sun?. You sharpen our hatred. You've blunted our minds. We're drowning in nipples and
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(Roger Taylor). . Dear Mr. Murdoch, what have you done. With your news of the screws and your soaraway sun?. You sharpen our hatred. You've blunted our minds. We're drowning in nipples and
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