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out. They gettin' wiped out and not one at a time. 'Car full of dead black males' read the headline I'm in the White House, House. I'm in the White House, House. I call the shots, I can get your a
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We were sick and tired of Buffalo,. Tired of freezin' and shovelin' snow. So we packed it up and moved out to the coast,. To find us a house in California. . Somethin' at the beach or Hollywood
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There's a ghost in my house. The ghost of your memories. The ghost of the love you took from me Where our love used to be. Only shadows from the past I see. Time can't seem to erase. The vision
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Instrumental. House is mine. House is mine. House is mine. House is mine. House is mine. House is mine
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goodnight A room is a still a room, even when there's nothin' there but gloom. But a room is not a house and a house is not a home. When the two of us are far apart. And one of us has a broken heart Now
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Bài hát Glass House - Red. We deceive the world with lies we hide. Behind the smiles. We can see the home of desperate hearts. The truth has fallen down. The illusion we've become. A fear we can't
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Some time. Locked in my own sense of right and wrong. I'm not sure my lines. Are real. . Like a memory true. Aiding and abetting all the things I do. I don't care . For now so what. Because
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. Baby I don't want this memory of you Bad boy, bad girl. Smoke out, ghost lovers, burn down the zero house We both came here perfectly tempted. And now we're leaving it perfectly empty. Nobody lived
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seeing what I'm saying. 'Cause I hear you singing to the tune I'm playing. Now that it's said and we both understand. Let's say our goodbyes before it gets out of hand. Bye, bye baby, I'd really like to
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, together me and you With dreams and hopes of things to come we worked and never stopped. Not much time for you and me, we had to reach the top. We bought that big two story house and soon became the envy
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had somewhere to go. We just keep on pretending afraid of the ending. Admitting what everyone knows It's like living in a house with no curtains. The whole world can see what's inside. You can turn
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In the house where alice lives. Alice's. It's a mess of souvenirs. There to remind. Telling the time. In the garden where you go. Flowers die. People say it's cold out there. You disagree
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trap house. They talking bout me in the trap house. They asking bout me in the trap house. What the business is, stay up out of mine. What the business is, stay up out of mine. They talking bout me
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trap house. They talking bout me in the trap house. They asking bout me in the trap house. What the business is, stay up out of mine. What the business is, stay up out of mine. They talking bout me
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trap house. They talking bout me in the trap house. They asking bout me in the trap house. What the business is, stay up out of mine. What the business is, stay up out of mine. They talking bout me
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Song House Of Wax - Paul McCartney. Lightning hits the house of wax. Poets spill out on the street. To set alight the incomplete. Remainders of the future. Hidden in the yard. Hidden in the yard
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strike out. Cause if winning is really my enemy. I pull a nine out, blow my mind out. Is the end of me really serenity?. Man in my house, it's rap or die. Get a piece of that apple pie. Life is a
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swear I feel the presence of another man There's a stranger in my house. Somebody here that I can't see. Stranger in my house. Somebody here trying to take her away from me She sits staring out the
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Goin' over to Susan's house walking south down Baxter street. Nothin' hidin' behind this picket fence. There's a crazy old woman smashing bottles. On the sidewalk where her house burnt down 2
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House for Everyone (Mason). . My bed is made of candy floss, the house is made of cheese. It's lit by lots of glow-worms; if I'm wrong correct me please. The village is a pop-up book, the people
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House for Everyone (Mason). . My bed is made of candy floss, the house is made of cheese. It's lit by lots of glow-worms; if I'm wrong correct me please. The village is a pop-up book, the people
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walls. And the sound of the little footsteps. Runnin' up and down the halls Oh, if this old house could talk. It would break my heart in two. I couldn't stand to be reminded. Of all the things we
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Just hear me out. If it's not perfect I'll perfect it till my heart explodes. I highly doubt. I can make it through another of your episodes. Lashing out. One of the petty moves you pull before
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kind of cold, but yet she's hot on the outside. Last night got nasty and I'm still kind of tongue tied. I hate to say it, but she brings out my sick side. That's alright. She's takin' me home tonight
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Song Run's House - Run-D. M. C. A whole lot of superstars on this stage here tonight. But I want yall to know one thing, this is my house. And when I say who's house, yall know what time it is
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What is america to me. A name, a map, or a flag I see. A certain word, democracy. What is america to me. The house I live in. A plot of earth, a street. The grocer and the butcher. And the people
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What is america to me. A name, a map, or a flag I see. A certain word, democracy. What is america to me. The house I live in. A plot of earth, a street. The grocer and the butcher. And the people
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And this is the way. We rock the house Ha hah. Ya don't. Ya can't. And I don't. Ya don't stop. D M C. Huh I'm the King of Rock, there is none higher. Sire. To burn my kingdom, FIRE. Re-TIRE
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And this is the way. We rock the house Ha hah. Ya don't. Ya can't. And I don't. Ya don't stop. D M C. Huh I'm the King of Rock, there is none higher. Sire. To burn my kingdom, FIRE. Re-TIRE
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1. Our house, in the middle of our street. Our house, in the middle of our. Verse 2. Our house, it has a crowd. There's always something happening, and it's usually quite loud. Our mum, she's so house
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kiss good night A room is still a room. Even when there's nothing there but gloom. But a room is not a house. And a house is not a home. When the two of us are far apart. And one of us has a broken
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There's a full moon over this ancient town. A clock faced the colour of the sky. And every street that we walk down. Belongs to the house, where my father died. . Where prisoners march in luck