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New York *. Razor in my mouth on my New York * Yeah, I'm on my New York *. Got the world followin' the New York script. Hustle with Tims and hoodies on my New York flip. Rubber band stack
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There is nothing wrong with your sound system. Do not attempt to adjust the volume. We are now controlling transmission. WE CONTROL THE SOUND!. There is nothing wrong with your sound system. Do not
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(Bator/James/Tregunna). Hot love and cold steel/Struttin' like Pink Panther. Ain't got no plans/I ain't a boy and I ain't no man. Hanging on the corner/Just waiting for some action. There's cops
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down the giants old and new. Strike up the band and waltz on through I was shaking with a fever. When the last good horse went down. We were just a couple dancing. Where a thousand kings were crowned
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I still hang around neither lost nor found. Hear the lonely sound of music in the night. Nights are always bright. That's all that's left for me, yeah. I play the street life. Because there's no
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The silence is unusually loud tonight the strange sound of nothing fills my ears. The night rushes in like a crowd of nights and the ghost of our old love goes away. This strange world of darkness
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The silence is unusually loud tonight the strange sound of nothing fills my ears. The night rushes in like a crowd of nights and the ghost of our old love goes away. This strange world of darkness
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Song Down In the Flood - The Derek Trucks Band. Crash on the levee, mama. Water's gonna overflow. Swamps gonna rise. And no boats gonna row. Now you can train on down. To William's Point. You can
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down the giants old and new. Strike up the band and waltz on through I was shaking with a fever. When the last good horse went down. We were just a couple dancing. Where a thousand kings were crowned
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Autumn in New York. Why does it seem so inviting. Autumn in New York. It spells the thrill of first-knighting. . Glittering crowds and shimmering clouds. In canyons of steel. They're making me
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. I hope, you're having fun! Band on the run. Band on the run. And the jailer man and Sailor Sam. Were searching every one For the band on the run. For the band on the run. Band on the run. Band
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searching for a new, new song of freedom. Where no flag of conquest is furled, no war words are spoken All over the world. All over the world. Yeah, yeah I, I hear the sound. I, I hear the sound All over
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. Within the sound of silence. In restless dreams I walked alone. Narrow streets of cobblestone,. neath the halo of a street lamp,. I turned my collar to the cold and damp. When my eyes were stabbed by the
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having fun. Band on the run, band on the run. And the jailer man and sailor sam were searching every one. . For the band on the run, band on the run, band on the run, band on the run. . Well, the
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Savoy sides presents a new saxophone sensation. It's Parker's band with a smooth style of syncopation. Kansas city born and growing, you won't believe what the boys are blowing. You got to come on
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parents are away in New York. Sara, well, she just can't bear. The stupidity, the boredom, the grind. She stays at school so that she can hear. The sound of the life of the mind. . And it's noisy up
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If anything should mash up my head Sah. Play the music me can't dead. Jah in music prolongs gives me life to. Praise Jah. In motion with music getting what we want. Getting what we need. In
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Autumn in New York. Why does it seem so inviting. Autumn in New York. It spells the thrill of first-knighting. . Glittering crowds and shimmering clouds. In canyons of steel. They're making me
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Autumn in New York. Why does it seem so inviting. Autumn in New York. It spells the thrill of first-knighting. . Glittering crowds and shimmering clouds. In canyons of steel. They're making me
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the hope of a new tomorrow. An' fill my cup again Weave, weave, weave me the sunshine. Out of the fallin' rain. Weave me the hope of a new tomorrow. An' fill my cup again Well, I've seen the steel
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ocean, it's the sunshine. At the seaside, on the mountain. At the park bench, on the fountains. At the night club, on the playground. It's a new world, it's a new sound. It's your moment, it's a
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. Strike up the band. Break out the best champagne when I land. You've got to beat the parade drum. Hit all the bars. I want the moon and stars. I'm gonna take you, New York I'll make it happen. I'm on
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bend them and I just can't break these Steel bars wrapped all around me. I've been your prisoner since the day you found me. I'm bound forever, till the end of time. Steel bars wrapped around this
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bend them and I just can't break these Steel bars wrapped all around me. I've been your prisoner since the day you found me. I'm bound forever, till the end of time. Steel bars wrapped around this
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bend them and I just can't break these Steel bars wrapped all around me. I've been your prisoner since the day you found me. I'm bound forever, till the end of time. Steel bars wrapped around this
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less. They could not understand that I'm a Black man. And I could never be a veteran. On the strength, the situation's unreal. I got a raw deal, so I'm goin' for the steel. . They got me rottin' in
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Black man. And I could never be a veteran. On the strength, the situation's unreal. I got a raw deal, so I'm goin' for the steel They got me rottin' in the time that I'm servin'. Tellin' you what
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. . I've been searching for a new new. Song of freedom. Where no flag of conquest. Is furled. No war words are spoken. . All over the world. All over the world. . I, I hear the sound. I, I Hear the
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. . I've been searching for a new new. Song of freedom. Where no flag of conquest. Is furled. No war words are spoken. . All over the world. All over the world. . I, I hear the sound. I, I Hear the
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how long can this go on. Apartheid system is so wrong. Open a new chapter. Them boot out Botha Dem boot out Botha. And free Nelson Mandela. No apartheid in a South Africa Ow. Wanna free the land