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I don't want you to be no slave. I don't want you to work all day. But I want you to be true. And I just wanna make love to you. Love to you. Love to you All I want to do is wash your clothes
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I don't want you to be no slave. I don't want you to work all day. But I want you to be true. And I just wanna make love to you. Love to you. Love to you All I want to do is wash your clothes
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I don't want you to be no slave. I don't want you to work all day. But I want you to be true. And I just wanna make love to you. Love to you. Love to you All I want to do is wash your clothes
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Robert's got a quick hand. He'll look around the room, he won't tell you his plan. He's got a rolled cigarette, hanging out his mouth, he's a cowboy kid. Yeah, he found a six shooter gun. In his
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of the river. A man will answer. Cause he's thirsty. For a far remembered life. . Of pulsing to a larger rhythm. Feeling things that now lie hidden. Clean and cold within. The liquid taste of
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at me like I'm a little girl. Well did you ever think it be okay for me to step into this world. . Always saying little girl don't step into the club. Well I'm just tryin' to find out why cause
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at me like I'm a little girl. Well did you ever think it be okay for me to step into this world. . Always saying little girl don't step into the club. Well I'm just tryin' to find out why cause
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before he came Now everybody in the neighborhood. Seems to walk with a steady beat. By the rhythm of the guy. With the rock and roll banjo band The way he plays that thing. It makes my poor heart ring
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neck as I dove into the heat. It's so hard to be a saint when you're just a boy. And the sages of the subway sit just like the living dead. As the tracks clack out the rhythm their eyes fixed
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me know. What can I say . You'll never know. That the rhythm helps me flow. I push away . It's how I cope. Don't follow me . It's not a joke. You'll have to find a better road. I know it's not a
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To return to the cold. It isn't much fun. To touch the trees no one has known. Go rest your head. Cause you can't miss this. . Poor boy became. A slave to use. Now despair moves in so close
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To return to the cold. It isn't much fun. To touch the trees no one has known. Go rest your head. Cause you can't miss this. . Poor boy became. A slave to use. Now despair moves in so close
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the hoodoo rhythm devils. Around the bay. They've got some crazy djs. Send you right out to heaven. . Jimmy the weed for greed was taken aback. Johnny the fox you old sly cat. Cleverly the fox
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the hoodoo rhythm devils. Around the bay. They've got some crazy djs. Send you right out to heaven. . Jimmy the weed for greed was taken aback. Johnny the fox you old sly cat. Cleverly the fox
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the hoodoo rhythm devils. Around the bay. They've got some crazy djs. Send you right out to heaven. . Jimmy the weed for greed was taken aback. Johnny the fox you old sly cat. Cleverly the fox
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People you all have been wonderin'. Wonderin' why I sing the blues?. Yes, you all have been wonderin'. Wonderin' why I sing the blues. Well I want you to just listen. And say that you're me
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People you all have been wonderin'. Wonderin' why I sing the blues?. Yes, you all have been wonderin'. Wonderin' why I sing the blues. Well I want you to just listen. And say that you're me
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your peace. Why? Cause you can't touch (Jam Master Jay). Cause he's number (1, 2, 3, 4, hit it). Dance to the rhythm, the rhyme, the cold flow. Chance that I gave em is done I told yo. For these routines
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). Ed mann (percussion). Vinnie colaiuta (drums) Joe (to himself as he walks out of prison). I'm out at last. Boy, the world. Sure looks different. Wow. there's hardly. Anything fun to do. Since
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Call him the siren of the citylight. Luring the boys into the after life. Ready to sing you a seductive line. All the time. Shivering voices are about to cry. Sending his dreams away into the
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shaking to that rhythm. in my soul. those shadows flickered high. they flickered low. oh babe, nearly lost control. Oh sexy music. sexy sexy. Through the smoky funky scene. man you should have been. we
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, 1, 2, 3, 4, hit it Dance to the rhythm, the rhyme, the cold flow. Chance to give 'em is done I told yo. For these routines like 1983. It's just a little reminder so those suckas is kinder. A
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'. Cause if you're in or not. We got a rhythm delivery Yes, I'm gonna rock your soul. You will go to high from low. You from swell will go to hip. But honey, don't forget my tip So get it while it's hot
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. Back it on up - uh. Dubstep for 16 seconds. The-the-the-the-these. Dubstep for 17 seconds. When the beat drops, that's when I get low. Give it to me raw. Give it - give it to me, slow - slow. I'm
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Look away from the sea. I can take you anywhere. Spend a vision with me. A chase with the wind. . Move closer to me. I can make you anyone. I think you're ready to see. The gates to babylon
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big as the Ritz. What you gonna do with this. Tell me who's goin' to save you. When you're a slave to the. Diamond as big as the Ritz. . A blessing can become a curse. If you keep it to yourself
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Walking down a foggy London street one day. Listenin' to the rhythm of my feet. Everything in my life was going O. K. I bad some extra money, and all my bills. Were paid. . Should I stash this
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Look away from the sea. I can take you anywhere. Spend a vision with me. A chase with the wind. . Move closer to me. I can make you anyone. I think you're ready to see. The gates to babylon
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People you all have been wonderin'. Wonderin' why I sing the blues?. Yes, you all have been wonderin'. Wonderin' why I sing the blues. Well I want you to just listen. And say that you're me
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People you all have been wonderin'. Wonderin' why I sing the blues?. Yes, you all have been wonderin'. Wonderin' why I sing the blues. Well I want you to just listen. And say that you're me
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all the little daughters wanna be my wife. When that rhythm it was playin on my guitar. On my guitar. I had to be there. I had to be there. I had to be there. I had to be there. Had to be there
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don't know what you want me to say. It's been too long let's fly away. Waiting for no one - Only the waiting. For our day in the sun. Live to the rhythm - The rhythm of living. For our day in the sun
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the strong survive. Separate lives. And the emptiness makes you wonder Blame it on love. You had it all and it's not enough. You'll never change. A slave to the fire. It never ends Still you've
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a slave to comfort But you bite the hand that feeds you You trust in money, you trust in gold. You trust in soldiers and the ways of war. You're a slave to victory and violent stands. You cry for
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and dance to the music of the sun. It'll take you far away. . Can't you feel the music in the air. Close your eyes let the rhythm take you there. Doesn't matter who you are or where you're from
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Politics or love. Can make you blind or make you see. Make you a slave or make you free. But only one does it all. . And it's giving up your life. For the ones you hate the most. It's giving
