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(g. brooker / k. reid / m. fisher) You and me got a chance to make things right. The writing. the writing's on the wall. You and me got a chance to turn things 'round. We got no time. the
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Lyrics-Ruby. Fisher Music-Kenyon Hopkins You. . made me sweat'n toil til I was skin'n bone It. wasn't love but greed - Look at me now Shame!. Shame, Shame, On You Miss, Roxy1 Shame Shame, Shame
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land (What about it) . Torn apart by creed (What about us) . What about the common man (What about us) . Can't we set him free (What about us) . What about children dying (What about us) . Can't you hear
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holy land. (What about it). Torn apart by creed. (What about us). What about the common man. (What about us). Can't we set him free. (What about us). What about children dying. (What about us). Can't you
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forest trails. (ooo, ooo). Burnt despite our pleas. (What about us). What about the holy land. (What about it). Torn apart by creed. (What about us). What about the common man. (What about us). Can't we
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damned. Ashes to ashes. You cannot exhume a soul. Who do you trust when corruption and lust, creed of all the unjust. Leaves you empty and unwhole?. When will this nightmare be over? Tell me!. When can I
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. It's just one tiny seed. But it's all we really need. It's time to banish all your greed. Imagine Thneedville flowered and tree'd. Let this be our solemn creed. We say let it grow. (In Thneed ville). We
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forest trails. (ooo, ooo). Burnt despite our pleas. (What about us). What about the holy land. (What about it). Torn apart by creed. (What about us). What about the common man. (What about us). Can't we
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. ooo, ooo. Burnt despite our pleas. What about us. What about the holy land. What about it. Torn apart by creed. What about us. What about the common man. What about us. Can't we set him free. What about
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. (ooo, ooo). Burnt despite our pleas. (What about us). What about the holy land. (What about it). Torn apart by creed. (What about us). What about the common man. (What about us). Can't we set him free
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creed. (What about us). What about the common man. (What about us). Can't we set him free. (What about us). What about children dying. (What about us). Can't you hear them cry. (What about us). Where did
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race, colour or creed. While we rule by blind madness and pure greed. Our lives dictated by tradition, superstition, false religion. Through the eons and on and on. Oh, yes, we'll keep on trying, yeah
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. ooo, ooo. Burnt despite our pleas. What about us. What about the holy land. What about it. Torn apart by creed. What about us. What about the common man. What about us. Can't we set him free. What about
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. It's just one tiny seed. But it's all we really need. It's time to banish all your greed. Imagine Thneedville flowered and tree'd. Let this be our solemn creed. We say let it grow. (In Thneed ville). We
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the noble truth is a sacred creed. My pretty baby, she's looking around. She's wearin' a multi-thousand dollar gown. Tweedle Dee is a low down sorry old man. Tweedle Dum he'll stab you where you
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only will insist that it be shared. Be prepared!. . Be prepared! That's the boy scouts' solemn creed,. Be prepared! And be clean in word and deed. Don't solicit for your sister, that's not nice
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power to set you free. Kick down the door and throw away the key. Give up your needs. Your poisoned seeds. Find yourself elected to a different kind of creed I believe that love alone might do these
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bleed and feel the blood I have inside me. Holding to the creed and blade to slay thee. Carry on the oath until my last scene. Higher than the sky and deeper than the sea. Keep your precious justice to
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flowing. Just like Boston tea. . It was the summer of the riots. And London sat in sweltering heat. And the gangs of Mini Coopers. Took the battle to the streets. But when the creed was handed down
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no rock 'n' roll no more. Just the sickly sound of greed And it's apathy for the devil. Apathy for the devil. Apathy for the devil. 'N' apathy for the creed No more gardens for the gardenless. No
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for wicked unleashed sends. Heed to reap grim an infernally decreed. Reposession vested in the fallen creed called on to retrieve. Meed with the fueled intention of deprived intervention. The
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, go tell the real story. Tell it in that straightforward, puritanical tone. In the mystic hours, when a person's alone. Goodbye, Jimmy Reed, godspeed. Thump on the Bible, proclaim a creed. You won't
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to reach & touch the sky. Basic love is the creed by which I live. But then sometimes I wonder just how much a man can give. Gross injustices surround me from the highest levels of power. And you
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to reach & touch the sky. Basic love is the creed by which I live. But then sometimes I wonder just how much a man can give. Gross injustices surround me from the highest levels of power. And you
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in hate, your voice invades my ears. Will its wonderful song, be there for all to hear. If it's hope that we need, we'll shout and cry our creed. Till the bullet flies, through the space between our
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Bài hát Bittersweet - Apocalyptica. I'm giving up the ghost of love. In the shadows cast on devotion. She's the one that I adore. Creed of my silent suffocation. Break this bittersweet spell on me
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Bài hát Bittersweet - Apocalyptica. I'm giving up the ghost of love. In the shadows cast on devotion. She's the one that I adore. Creed of my silent suffocation. Break this bittersweet spell on me
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Bài hát Bittersweet - Apocalyptica. I'm giving up the ghost of love. In the shadows cast on devotion. She's the one that I adore. Creed of my silent suffocation. Break this bittersweet spell on me
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Wheel. Late Night. Left Palm On My Steering Wheel. Red Light. Cops In My Rearview. But F**K Them Cuz Im High. Baby, Im So, High Verse 3 Lil' Wayne. Check It. And No Fisher Can. And No Nigga Want
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rocked, but hey, what you expected?. I'll get raw for ya, just like a warrior. Rather like a samurai, and I'll be damn if I. Ever let a Fisher-Price emcee hang. Their rhymes are toy, nothing but ying
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me. Our only nation lives in lucid dreams. Lucid dreams, I'm livin in lucid dreams. I'm livin on shortwave streams tonight Well, I'll dial Alexandria. If you dial into Ithaca. South Fisher, German
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oh oh. Verse 2. It's just one big melting pot,. Every creed color and race, we got the luck. And the love to shop, it's not a brand new coffee cup. No more than a couple of stops. Where should I begin
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My name mean a lot to me, pain mean a lot to me. Fame means nothing, but the game means a lot to me. I slang caine on these blocks for weeks. Ever since Rocky III, and the death of Apollo Creed
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dollas. The motto - you're age, creed, or color nigga. Can't cut it stay choppin' through the butter nigga. Critics wonder will I last long. Even though I showed my ass on my last song. I gets my mash
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chasin' the chicken. Watch the plot thicken. With the cock when your lickin'. Me like Apollo your creed my mission. You go down for the count. I countdown ignition Blast off, you're a rocket scientist
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rhymes I pop. For every race place color country county or creed. And all of the places that I MCed. B-Boy badness to the highest degree. And it can't be a boy unless you be D. You can't bust a cherry
