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not change a thing So lay down a back beat. Crank up your trusty Gibson. Let's give it everything we got just one more time. Lovin' the life we're livin'. Playin' that Georgia rhythm. Nothin' else
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Atlanta Rhythm Section. Neon Nites We were two crazy people. It was a neon nite. A little glitter. Multi-colored slides There was some high stepping. Oh, what a life. With those high rolling
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your singer's blood is incensed at the depth of sound. Lacerations echo in the mouth's open erotic sky where dance together. The lost trenches of rhythm and an imploring immobility. Ladies and
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your singer's blood is incensed at the depth of sound. Lacerations echo in the mouth's open erotic sky where dance together. The lost trenches of rhythm and an imploring immobility. Ladies and
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body. Chorus. Say you're gonna pick me up. Never gonna put me down. Are you getting me into trouble?. Look at all that, that muscle. Oh, I wanna take a bite. And I wanna take it now. 'Cause I wanna get
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There's a rhythm under the song. And it beats for the old and the young. And it pounds in the back of the sun. It's the sound of one drummer, one drum There's a rhythm, it's subtle yet strong
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(Mannie Fresh). What you working with? (Lil' Wayne). Nigga, what section you be representing?. Look, Look. Well in my section we be thugging hard. Moving weight everyday on the boulevard
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Aw, who's the queen of the locker room. Who's the cream of the crop. Well Joey took her to the matinee. Said, "God, she wouldn't stop!". . Holy muscle of love. My heart's a muscle. . Well, I
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need to say a word. Well her lips did all the talkin', and not a sound was ever heard. Brake baby, won't you tell me what's on your mind. She threw me rhythm from a red car, she threw me rhythm from a
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There's a rhythm under the song. And it beats for the old and the young. And it pounds in the back of the sun. It's the sound of one drummer, one drum. . There's a rhythm, it's subtle yet strong
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Walking in rhythm. Movin' in sound. Hummin' to the music. Trying to move on. . I'm walking in rhythm. Singin' my song. Thinkin' about my baby. Tryin' to get home. . Walking in rhythm
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In the cool of the evenin' when everything is gettin' kind of groovy. I call you up and ask you if you'd like to go with me and see a movie. First you say, no, you've got some plans for the night.
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Doraville. Touch of country in the city. Doraville. It ain't much, but it's home Friends of mine. Say I oughta move to New York. New York's fine. But it ain't Doraville Every night. I make a li
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