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around it. And everyone around believed. That one of us was in it for the profit. . Una. (For the profit, for the profit). . Mollie. Just for the profit. . Vanessa. Now we're months behind on
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It's profit season, and all the girls on me Trying to get a big boy, I need a big boy C'mon, give me a big boy It's profit season, and all the girls on me Trying to get a big boy, I need a big boy
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All the lies she has seen. All the meaner side of me. They took away the profits dream for a profit on the street. Now she’s stronger than you know. A heart of steel starts to grow. All his lies he's
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Song L. o. s. t. - Iggy Pop. I got my work, I got my work. The profit of doom is walking the beach. With a psychotic, breakdown, cardboard sign. Everything's faked and there's nothing to teach. And
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Far beyond the road. Between your house and home. There is a churning storm. Of hailing burning bones. . Tiny baby cries. Little, tiny pawn. In the profit gain. Tiny baby grows. . Mother
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business. So would you kindly keep your nose out. The rich must profit and get richer. And the poor must stay poor. Oh, you poor little fool oh, you fool Each time you vote you support the process. Each
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, alle jagen nach Profit. Anstatt reinem Sauerstoff zu viel Kohlenmonoxid. Doch ehe dein Herz zerbricht,. hier kommt die gute Nachricht. do und ich und sonst noch'n paar Leute,. wir sind auf der guten
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on the disco floor. They make their profit. From the things they sell. To help you cob off. And the rubbers you hide. In your top left pocket. . At home she's looking for interest. At home
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on the disco floor. They make their profit. From the things they sell. To help you cob off. And the rubbers you hide. In your top left pocket. . At home she's looking for interest. At home
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business. So would you kindly keep your nose out. The rich must profit and get richer. And the poor must stay poor. Oh, you poor little fool oh, you fool Each time you vote you support the process. Each
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beaches with lover's side. The color palette you choose. Can profit you. A hybrid can withstand these things. My heart can beat with bricks and strings. My artpop could mean anything. Could try to sell you
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rise, rise Hey, wage slave, where's your profit share?. They got ya down, they're gonna keep you there. And freeze your mind, metamorphose. And cocaine karma in the heroin zone Multinational life is
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-text and fantasy. Just do that thing that you do. For my love is you. Love is fly, I've flown my beaches with lover's side. The colour palette you choose. Can profit you. A hybrid can withstand these
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want. It's only 'bout the money. And control. Can't step off it. Someone else will cop it. Like it's gold, you're a prophet. Someone's gonna profit. Don't you know. I just want it, uh. I can only think
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Energy from every pore. Make what you will. Are you with or without?. The force cannot be blamed Just the hunger or greed. Supplying the ugly drive. Dirty water, no profit to supply. That round
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we’re both diggers of our own heel. Maybe you made more profit on my love. Maybe you left with the winter coat. I had grown my love. Shifting the blame, the chips of the game on. Time for the finders, the
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people. To make the world go 'round Someone's looking for a lead. In his duty to a king or to a creed. Protecting what he feels is right. Fights against wrong with his life There's no profit in deceit
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pictures blowdried. Rebellion it always sells at a profit. I am a face of fashion in Soho Square. My tie is Paul Smith or Gaultier. My cheeks blood red as my favourite port. But hey cocaine keeps
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, I get that profit, copy (hey!). Chorus Tyga. Taste, taste, she can get a taste. Taste, taste, let you get a taste. Taste, taste, do you love the taste?. Yeah, that's cool, but he ain't like me. Outro
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, uh. Bend it over, make it wobble, uh, got a lot o' buns. Pick it up and drop it, uh, for the proper funds. Anything to make the profit come, get them dollars, hon'. Add that *** up just like
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realising there's way to much on the line. Chorus. I could be better for you x8. I know I ain't close to the man you need me to be. I see, oh I see. I could be better for you x4. Bridge. What profit a man to
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. CINDERELLA. Is to know what I want. BAKER'S WIFE. When you know you can't have what you want,. Where's the profit in wishing?. BOTH. He's a very nice Prince. BAKER'S WIFE. What I wouldn't give to be in your
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accumulation, yeah. These possessions that I have amount to nothing at all. And I am willing to hand over every one of them. 'Cause they won't profit me, anything in the end On my own I just can't get it
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pay off and a few skipjack. So it's a turnaround. Back in the southerly wind, southerly wind. Pirates coming in to steal our gold. You can count yourself lucky with a profit in the hold. In the
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to be passing. everybody but the new assassin. one link in the human chain. in the city where it always rains. no profit or personal gain. are the silent rules in a lonesome game. one face in a purple
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. A constant fear or a fleeting joy. Your only friend who needs using I am the news, and I'm in your face. And I'll take my profit from your faith. I am the face beneath the mask. The catalyst