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Frank zappa (guitar). Ian underwood (organ). Max bennet (bass). Aynsley dunbar (drums) (instrumental)
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Frank zappa (guitar, harpsichord). Ian underwood (piano). Max bennet (bass). John guerin (drums) (instrumental)
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All around me are familiar faces. Worn out places, worn out faces. Bright and early for the daily races. Going nowhere, going nowhere. Their tears are filling up their glasses. No expression, no expre
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Bye Bye - All the mercenaries,. Bye Bye - You sold your soul,. So high, our beautiful eyes can see,. How high, how high we've flown,. . Everything is in it's place and all is of it's time,. I th
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I love to see you free and dancing. You are my angel and my plaything. Your many ways have set my heart ablaze. It's you who puts my soul in ecstasy You are my angel and my plaything. Your motion,
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Space exploration for nuclear stations. NASA corrupters, jeweled abductors. Space exploration, excursion to stars. On a military mission, on a military journey to Mars I'll see you in my star. I'l
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Bài hát Cheers - Ian Thomas, Tyga. Audemars oak baby. Look up in the sky I'm a star baby. How could you not wanna shine crazy. Hold it up make a toast baby. Cheers to the weekend. Cheers to the fact
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Space exploration for nuclear stations. NASA corrupters, jeweled abductors. Space exploration, excursion to stars. On a military mission, on a military journey to Mars I'll see you in my star. I'l
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So what the * is this UK. Gunnin with this US of A. In Iraq and Iran and in Afghanistan Does not a day go by. Without the Israeli Air Force. Fail to drop its bombs from the sky? How many mothers t
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The kids are okay they're telling you now. But you're letting them down. 'Cause you just don't know how. And it's a golden opportunity I'm spinning in space. I'm laughing away your so pathetic. I
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Her life gets smaller in his eyes. And he wonders if he thinks he should cry. Oh mother the color's gone and left your hair. And he wonders if he thinks he should care. She told him how to play a
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When I was just sixteen, I stood waiting for a dream. At Barker Street bus station every night. When I tried to get it on, she just looked at me with scorn. My courage turned to dust and I took fli
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I'm standin' on the edge of Vesuvius. My mouth is runnin' dry. Drunk on wine and wisdom. Giving it all away Old enough to hate tomorrow. Young enough not to know where to run. Oh there ain't no r
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