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company. We somehow came together. For a night of stormy weather. Now there's a little bit of class in this old cowboy. There's a little bit of cowboy in the lady. The cowboy and the lady. As different as
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What is this that stands before me?. class="ann-annotated" data-id="7517">Figure in black which points at me. Turn around quick and start to run. Find out I'm the chosen one, oh nooo
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do anything for you. Kill anyone for you. class="ann-annotated" data-id="32522">So leave yourself intact. Cause I will be coming back. In the phrase to cut these lips. I love you
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I know that we are upside down. So hold your tongue and hear me out. I know that we were made to break. So what? I don't mind. . You kill the lights, I'll draw the blinds. Don't dull the
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the last. Tomorrow there'll be sunshine. And all this darkness past. . Big wheels roll through fields where sunlight streams. Meet me in a land of hope and dreams. . class="ann-annotated
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the last. Tomorrow there'll be sunshine. And all this darkness past. . Big wheels roll through fields where sunlight streams. Meet me in a land of hope and dreams. . class="ann-annotated
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Verse 1. Donely float got in the way. You are the feel, and knew it anyway. Take a chance, it wasn't what you know. Take my hand, and don't let go. . Chorus. Oh, ooh ooh. You can do it
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Bài hát Ass Back Home - Gym Class Heroes, Neon Hitch. Oh, so sexy y'all. I don't know where you're going. Or when you're coming home. I left the keys under the mat to our front door. For one more
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Something in my mind in feel a fresh . Something in my head and i'm away. Oh oh oh oh i'm following my way (x2). Oh oh oh oh i will do my best. I show u my life and normal things like. Bring me a
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, cool cat. Cool kitty, I’m a cool, cool cat. . Meet me at the corner of cool and ice. Where all the girls hang out, you know the spots. The cars are fast and the motors are loud. If I were you I
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stolen crown. I'm a jail house poet, a genius, a fool. I'm the pimp who's lost his cool, yeah baby. I've got first class taste in a second class town Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I'm chasing nickels and
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I know it's out of fashion. And a trifle uncool. But I can't help it. class="ann-annotated" data-id="16176">I'm a romantic fool. It's a habit of mine. To watch the sun go down. On
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, don’t stop now. Swing like Orangutan. Now take it slow, gonna walk now. And watch him do his thing. . But just don’t tap the glass. Don’t tap the glass. I’ma tell you, I go crazy. . I beat on my
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. . No, ‘Twinkle Twinkle Little Stars’. No, ‘Old McDonald Had A Farm’. And birds would have nothing to sing. No, ‘Take Me Out To The Ball Game’. . Life without music. This is terrible. (No, no, no
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be Ever just the same Ever a surprise Ever as before And ever just as sure The sun will rise Ever just the same And ever a surprise Ever as before And ever just as sure As the sun will rise Tell as old
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Me and my, me and my, me and my,. me and my, me and my friends. Like two sweet peas. in an even sweeter pod. that's my friend. and my friends's named Bob. like the devil knows hell. I know Bob well
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Redfoo with the big afro. class="ann-annotated" data-id="7793">And like Bruce Leroy I got the glow. . Ah. Girl look at that body x3. Ah. I work out. Ah. Girl look at that body x3. Ah
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Redfoo with the big afro. class="ann-annotated" data-id="7793">And like Bruce Leroy I got the glow. . Ah. Girl look at that body x3. Ah. I work out. Ah. Girl look at that body x3. Ah
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Redfoo with the big afro. class="ann-annotated" data-id="7793">And like Bruce Leroy I got the glow. . Ah. Girl look at that body x3. Ah. I work out. Ah. Girl look at that body x3. Ah
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like to talk, some fantasize. They call her cheap and easy but that's a lie. She's got class, got style. She got on me by a city mile She's way too fine for an empty lie. Gotta let her know, she's my
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. Competition's good, it brings out the vital parts. The Abstract Poetic, majors in recital arts. Do it for the kids, the elders and the rap peers. We know the job is done when we hear a lot of cheers. Gotta
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. Competition's good, it brings out the vital parts. The Abstract Poetic, majors in recital arts. Do it for the kids, the elders and the rap peers. We know the job is done when we hear a lot of cheers. Gotta
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September '75 I was 47 inches high. Mom said someday I would have. A bad ass mother G. I. Joe. For your little minds to blow. I still got beat up after class Now I'm big and important. One
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Maybe your smile is the only thing that I want for now. In the end I’m gonna want something more I know. Just the two of us we walk along and staring into the eyes. Maybe it’s the only thing that we
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day you eat of the fruit of that tree, you will not surely die". And that Jesus Christ was a white, middle-class republican. And if you wanna be saved you have to learn to be like Him. . But nothing