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Dig the music Mr. DJ Sound system (sound system). Heavy rhythm. Disco jive, conquer I no. Sound system (sound system). Juke box jive can't cramp I style. Sock it to me sister. Move and mash it
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Hit in the USA ( OST Beck) (J-rock) - Beat Crusaders. (Go! Go!) . (Hey!) I've never dreamed before . I'm gonna knock the door . Into the world of perfect free . (You ain't no lonely!) . You're gonna
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sound that makes the world go 'round. The sound that makes the world go 'round What is that sound, running 'round my head. Funny I thought, that part was long since dead. But now there's new life
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outside of town. 100 degrees without no open windows. Heat radiating off the tin And they named their band Lynyrd Skynyrd. After the coach who kicked them out of school. Seven days a week 'cause Rock's
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victors. There's too much to lose if we fail. We'll cross the seas like a band of crusaders. Searching for some precious grail we are the embers. That glow in the winter, the diamonds in the mine. Let's
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Verse 1. All around the sky? s are falling down. A new kind of sound, the smile becomes a frown. Wait for me now to run. Run towards the sun that will not shine. A just reward we? re searching
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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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to the unreal. And mad boy grips the microphone. Wit' a fistful of steel. Yeah and mad mad boy grips the microphone. Wit' a fistful of steel Wit' a fistful of steel. ('Cause I know the power of
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Dig the music Mr. DJ. . Sound system (sound system). Heavy rhythm. Disco jive, conquer I no. Sound system (sound system). Juke box jive can't cramp I style. . Sock it to me sister. Move and
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Dig the music Mr. DJ. . Sound system (sound system). Heavy rhythm. Disco jive, conquer I no. Sound system (sound system). Juke box jive can't cramp I style. . Sock it to me sister. Move and
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tiThe Hands That Built America. arU2. al. Oh, my love,. it's a long way we've come. From the freckled hills to the steel and glass canyons. From the stony fields to hanging steel from sky. From
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Autumn in New York. Why does it seem so inviting. Autumn in New York. It spells the thrill of first nighting Glittering crowds and shimmering clouds. In canyons of steel. They're making me feel
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band. Kill the band I was caught dreaming of wealth and. I was taught, was creeping in again They get ahead, you get so mad, why do you care? It's only money. Get out of bed, undo your head, think
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. As ya mold to the unreal. And mad boy grips the microphone. Wit a fistful of steel. Yeah. And mad mad boy grips the microphone. Wit a fistful of steel. . Wit a fistful of steel. (cause I know
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. As ya mold to the unreal. And mad boy grips the microphone. Wit a fistful of steel. Yeah. And mad mad boy grips the microphone. Wit a fistful of steel. . Wit a fistful of steel. (cause I know
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Alright In the beginning. Not so long ago. There were five country rockers I saw the very first show. And I jumped up with the crowd. To give a standing hand Livin', livin' in the band, yeah. Oh
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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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. And listen to the sound of a new beginning of. This is where the old is ending. Listen to the sound. Listen to the sound. . I hear you say your alone. I hear you sayin' that you'll never make it
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, make some noise, put your hands in the air. Alright, attracts like a magnet, I got lyrical flair. Engineer as I'm goin' is gettin' higher. Ignitin' with my words, time choir 'Cause I mix the sound
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road band working. But the last laugh, baby is yours. And don't you love the sound of the last laugh going down? They had you crying but you came up smiling. They had you crawling and you came up
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I ain't rich and I ain't famous. But there's folks out there that come and see the band. And at times it seems Nashville won't claim us. So we just keep on truckin' in a beat up van They call me a