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spillin' on a million dollar sofa. This is just a few of them things that I gotta have, hell, yeah. I gotta have my next pair of fresh airs, dress me in the best wears. Meth yea, want respect any one
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, it's peaceful as can be. And there the world below don't bother me, no, no So when I come home feeling tired and beat. I'll go up where the air is fresh and sweet. I'll get far away from the hustling
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, it's peaceful as can be. And there the world below don't bother me, no, no So when I come home feeling tired and beat. I'll go up where the air is fresh and sweet. I'll get far away from the hustling
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, it's peaceful as can be. And there the world below don't bother me, no, no So when I come home feeling tired and beat. I'll go up where the air is fresh and sweet. I'll get far away from the hustling
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. The beats are fresh they're feeling fine. Ex army automatic blasted down the line. . Go down to Limbo, Limbo the law. Your mama says to tell you don't come here no more. Since they ain't got no
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Verse 1. Breathe the air again, it's a beautiful day. I wish this moment would stay with the Earth. Some primal paradise. There you go again, saying everything ends. Saying you can't depend on
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Bound up the stairs. I'm in the shower. Do you know I am going to leave you?. Fresh from the shore. Blonde hair is wide. The ocean makes me cry. I'm in love with a dying man. I'm in love with a dying
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now. . What does it all mean?. . What do I want?. . Everybody in the street. Get, get, get, a-get. Get down to the funky beat. . Beat this!. Beat this!. Beat this!. . Keep this frequency
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Working the Tory way. The truth is up there carved in stone. Where twenty one dead now lay. A family's loss for a few pounds saved. With everything to lose
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learned about life the real hard way Wearin' pretty things for all the ladies to see. Funky fresh diamonds and gold jewelry. Spent all his time just counting his bank. Because he's a fly muh-ha-ha, now
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white hankies in the wind Satchmo takes a solo, and he flashes his million dollar smile. Marie Laveau promenades with Oscar Wilde. Big funky Stella twirls her little red umbrella to the beat. As the
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whole lotta bills and my money's spent. And that's on my bad foot, whoa, uh You know my face gettin' short and I got the blues. I got a funky job and I paid my dues on the good foot Ho, on the good foot
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light. The city is ringing in my ears. Trying to work out how a few months turned into years. She cradles the young ones by the fireside. Smoldering embers among tears. Collects a few bar bites. And
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and the corn If you're goin' girl in the winter time. Then you'd better take all the sparkling snow. And you'd better take the fresh cut firewood. And the smooth red wine that kept us warm 'Cause if
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When the only sound in the empty street. Is the heavy tread of the heavy feet. That belong to a lonesome cop I open shop. . When the moon so long has been gazing down. On the wayward ways of
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yeah I might get up the nerve. But if my timing aint just right what purpose would it serve?. I don't know, I don't know, I don't know how. To say those first few words. . If I want to put myself in
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