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Bài hát The Drill - Michael Jackson. Skin head. Dead head. Everybody. Gone bad. Situation. Aggravation. Everybody. Allegation. In the suite. On the news. Everybody. Dog food. Bang bang. Shock dead
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Now we rock the party, and come correct BREAK. Now we crash through walls. The CEILING On the tape. We're fresh out the box And this is the way. We rock the house NOT. Never ever. Huh. Ha hah
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Now we rock the party, and come correct BREAK. Now we crash through walls. The CEILING On the tape. We're fresh out the box And this is the way. We rock the house NOT. Never ever. Huh. Ha hah
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Just a few country boys living wild n young n free. Don’t need no fancy things like the people on tv. Maybe that’s the Kansas in me. But baby that’s the only way that I know how to be. We got it made
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Few true cares have I. As the world turns 'round. I was blind, but now I'm still blind. Too few cares have I As the world turns sour. I was blind, but now I'm still blind. I liked you for 24
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Fish from the paper, fresh from the sea. The cracks in the pavement, the city in siege. I don't know where to replace it or who to believe. Can't find on the pavement or lay on his knees
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green,. And all the simple people. I miss the village green,. The church, the clock, the steeple. I miss the morning dew, fresh air and Sunday school. And now all the houses. Are rare antiquities
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We're keepin' it real. Ain't funky baby? Ain't funky baby? We can become as one. Living it up together we can learn. We've only just begun We can become as one. We can ignite the fire, we can burn
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One night it happened. The morning never came. It has been snowing ever since. The plague of cold harvests the land. And only few still wait for the sun. Cities are buried under white curse
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interesting. The atmosphere is like a party. There are people everywhere. Families are sitting around the. graves of their dead ancestors. They clean the graves and add fresh flowers. I walk through the
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pain. And far too little love. To few others who care. The here and now. Is all that we own in the world. And love's the refuge. That sees us through. Sleep inside my arms. Kiss the world away. Let
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pain. And far too little love. To few others who care. The here and now. Is all that we own in the world. And love's the refuge. That sees us through. Sleep inside my arms. Kiss the world away. Let
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Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls. Lil' children, dogs and cats. Right now, you are listening to the incredible drum patterns of. DJ Mannie fresh, fresh,fresh, fresh Ladies and gentlemen. I'm