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Got my mojo working, but it just won't work on you. Got my mojo working, but it just won't work on you. I wanna love you so bad till I don't know what to do. . I'm going down to Louisiana to get
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won. Their dreams have crashed and burned but you still keep on keepin' on. Out on the highway with the road gang working. Up on the mountain with the cold wind blowing. Out on the highway with the
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Title Only You're The. Artist Lifehouse. This is a night like none before. I knew it when you open up the door. With the look to paint the sky. Let me read between the lines in your eyes. Tonight
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! Working on a forklift. In the night shift;. Working on a night shift,. With the forklift,. from A. M. (Did you say that? Why did you say that?). to P. M. (Working all night!). Working on a night
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Title You Were The One. Artist Diana Ross. www. NhacCuaTui. com. Yes I believe in fairy tales. And all my favorites come true. The handsome prince rides in. And he sweeps me of my feet. And then it
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This song. I believe. All your cards are down. Baby play it straight for me. Its fully on. Set it free. The chanting of the sound. Playing up the town for me Chorus. get loud. Working over
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sexuality So clap your hands if you're working too hard. Clap your hands if you're working too hard. Clap your hands if you're working too hard. Clap your hands if you're working too hard. And the beat's
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Sometimes the world tries to knock it out of you. But I believe in music the way that some people believe in fairy tales I like to imagine that what I hear came from my mother and father Maybe the
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Sometimes the world tries to knock it out of you. But I believe in music the way that some people believe in fairy tales I like to imagine that what I hear came from my mother and father Maybe the
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I'd say it was the right time. To walk away. When dreaming takes you nowhere. It's time to play Bodies working overtime. Your money don't matter. Time keeps ticking. When someone's on my mind
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babies. While the slaves are working. The blood is on the table. And their mouths are choking But I'm going hungry, yeah I don't mind stealing bread. From the mouths of decadence. But I can't feed on
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Night descended like a blanket, on the house. Where I miss you like a limb. I close the curtains, shun the working and. I put your record on. . I, the lonely tax collector, never had. Such a
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Night descended like a blanket, on the house. Where I miss you like a limb. I close the curtains, shun the working and. I put your record on. . I, the lonely tax collector, never had. Such a
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, wonder working power. In the blood of the lamb. There is power, power, wonder working power. In the precious blood of lamb. . --- Instrumental ---. . Would you be whiter, much whiter than snow
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of Al Capone. Upon request for some i. d. He said the guardian angels are working for me. I called for a cop - he said stop or I shoot. One or two holes in your three piece suit. I say. steady on old
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Modern Romans, false gods. Colonial maneuvers, the writings on the wall. Maybe a solution working on a clue. Now we know for certain, now we know for sure Modern Romans, lies on parade
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Out here the nights are long, the days are lonely. I think of you and I'm working on a dream. I'm working on a dream. Now the cards I've drawn's a rough hand, darling. I straighten the back and I'm
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Out here the nights are long, the days are lonely. I think of you and I'm working on a dream. I'm working on a dream. Now the cards I've drawn's a rough hand, darling. I straighten the back and I'm
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Out here the nights are long, the days are lonely. I think of you and I'm working on a dream. I'm working on a dream. Now the cards I've drawn's a rough hand, darling. I straighten the back and I'm
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alEncore. arSarah Brightman. tiWhistle Down The Wind. Artist Sarah Brightman. Album Encore. Title Whistle Down The Wind. Whistle down the wind. Let your voices carry. Drown out all the rain. Light a
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. I know you think I'm cool. But I ain't one of the boys. No, don't be scared. That I'm gon' tie you down. I need a little more. Baby, don't call me your friend. If I hear that word again. You might
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Title All Fired Up. Artist The Saturdays. Blow my mind. DJ blow my mind. Blow my mind. DJ blow my mind. I put my hand against the speakers. Singing blow my mind. DJ blow my mind. I put my head to the
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When the shades are drawn. And the light of the moon is banned. And the stars up above. Walk the heavens, hand in hand There's a shady place. At the end of the working day. Where young lovers go
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Bài hát Summer Vibe - Walk Off The Earth. Eh-oh, eh-oh, eh-oh bop bop away-o. Summer vibe, summer vibe. I'm looking for a summer vibe. Got me turning on the radio. I gotta kick these blues. Working
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sisters or my brothers. Yet everyone has given for the other. You know the working man. He builds what others plan. So, everyone of us should sing his story So, sing for the common man. A song for the
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sisters or my brothers. Yet everyone has given for the other. You know the working man. He builds what others plan. So, everyone of us should sing his story So, sing for the common man. A song for the
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crush on the son of a working man. I know that made the major sore. But still he smiled with the utmost self-control. The day the British army lost the war And they argued over tea. And they argued
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