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They looked. At her this way. Every since. She was a girl. Mr. Feathers. Mr. Feathers. The echo. In every smile. That would curl. Into a leer. Oh, my dear. (Oh, my dear). Mr. Feathers
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He's a bad man. Mr. Bad Man. And she had enough of him. So the wolves try to dry her eyes. 'cause the bad man made her cry. . But everyday I know that. I may just be closer. To the sea of
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would not be lying. That's the way it's got to be. So Mr. Big. You'd better watch out. When only you hang around me. Oh for you now. I will dig. A great big hole in the ground. I don't care who
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would not be lying. That's the way it's got to be. So Mr. Big. You'd better watch out. When only you hang around me. Oh for you now. I will dig. A great big hole in the ground. I don't care who
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bus about eleven. Sippin' a drink and feelin' fine. Chorus. We been dancin' with. Mr. Brownstone. He's been knockin'. He won't leave me alone. I used ta do a little. but a little wouldn't do. So the
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the man. If we meet someday, you can bet I would say. That it's me, Mr. Shorty, your friend
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is Mr. Goodbar, I'm came to offer champagne. Later on maybe I'll tell you my real name. But for now sip your drink and be merry. And be a nice girl and sing me a cherry Me, I'll have a Cowa-loo and
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. Look at my face, do I got a promise face?. Does it look like promise you anything?. Kanye!. Nigga! Is you snorin' in my class?. Wake up Mr. West! Mr. West. echoes into next song
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(georgia dobbins/robert bateman/william garret/brian holland). . Oh yes, wait a minute mister postman. Hey, hey, hey, hey mr. Postman. Just a little bit soul. . Clap your hands just a little
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, decide on what goes down. . Well, I met my match, plus you're more of a man than I ever had. This table's turned and I can't find the words. To describe how good it hurts. . You are my Mr. Right
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(Roger Taylor). . Dear Mr. Murdoch, what have you done. With your news of the screws and your soaraway sun?. You sharpen our hatred. You've blunted our minds. We're drowning in nipples and
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(Roger Taylor). . Dear Mr. Murdoch, what have you done. With your news of the screws and your soaraway sun?. You sharpen our hatred. You've blunted our minds. We're drowning in nipples and
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knew you were a star. And how intelligent you are. Prove that you're alive. Mr. Shuck 'n Jive. . Tell us of the man who stole your for-. Tune and nearly ruined your life. Or better still-the one
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You always said I wouldn't stay. I guess you saw the way before it all began. I've always been a changin' train. And when you think on this you might forgive me then. Thanks for Chicago Mr James
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lúc này. Giọng ai đó như MR. AYO. Bài hát đó cũng vui mà . Nó nói rằng là. Get out n Get drunk 2nite. Để quên KOTA đi. Uống uống uống uống. Uống say đi mà. Get out n Get drunk 2nite. Để quên KOTA đi
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They call me mr. carbohydrate. It's the only thing i can digest. Xenophobia or general disinterest. I must catch up with all this stuff. . They call me a boring fuckhead. They say i might as
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it rain for fun wussup Snow man, getcha hands up high, it's ya' boy, Mr. 17. 5. I take it back to the block, back to the kitchen, back to the pots. Snow man, getcha hands up high, it's ya' boy, Mr
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