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sucked the breath from me. Just for a second she was my sunlight. Then she fell into the crowd like the band of clouds. Her darkness fell on me. . Oh yeah, I see her somewhere in London. Girl, please
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use for you. The dead girls of London. Why do they act that way?. . Maybe it's the water, mama. Maybe it's the tea. Maybe it's the way they was raised. Maybe it's the stuff what they read in the
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streets of London. Show you something. to make you change your mind. Have you seen the old girl . who walks the streets of London. Dirt in her hair . and her clothes in rags. She's no time for talking
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. In this room, music, I do for you I hear a drum roll as we lay, oh. When you grace my stage I can't find the words to say, except. Music must be, must be a woman, oh. You're my anthem, you're the
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(The Clash/Dread) *Left Channel*. Make sure!. Taking cover in the bunker tonight. Waiting for Bo Diddley's headlights. I feel alright. Gotta Fender Stratosphere. I can do anything tonight
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I'M GOING INTO TOW LAW. FOR WHAT I NEED. CHAIN FOR THE RIPSAW. KILLER FOR THE WEED. THE DOG'S AT THE BACK DOOR. LEAVE HIM BE. DON'T FEED HIM JACK. AND DON'T WAIT UP FOR ME. GOING INTO TOW LAW
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Yesterday I was on the edge. Hopin' everything was going to work itself out. A good honest man doing the work of God. Trying to make things better for him. A lover of life in a school for fools
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, music, music. It's getting late, I'm making my way over to my favorite place. I gotta get my body moving, shake the stress away. I wasn't looking for nobody when you looked my way. Possible candidate
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, music, music. It's getting late, I'm making my way over to my favorite place. I gotta get my body moving, shake the stress away. I wasn't looking for nobody when you looked my way. Possible candidate
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music, music, music. It's getting late, I'm making my way over to my favorite place. I gotta get my body moving, shake the stress away. I wasn't looking for nobody when you looked my way. Possible
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hear that music play. . Now You step inside, but you don't see too many faces. Comin' in out of the rain to hear the jazz go down. Competition in other places. . But the horns, they blowin' that
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I ain't no video king. I still have to sing for my supper each night. You stand on the benches. I play in the trenches beneath the big spotlights Lived in a suitcase for half of my years. I got
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I ain't no video king. I still have to sing for my supper each night. You stand on the benches. I play in the trenches beneath the big spotlights Lived in a suitcase for half of my years. I got
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Then the music stop,all the lights went out. Someone is crying now a time ago. For a moment we wished reality wasn't mend to be hurting so. A falling star music and candlelight. You know where
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and the lights are low. Looking out for the place to go. Where they play the right music, getting in the swing. You come in to look for a king. Anybody could be that guy. Night is young and the music's
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