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. And this hot little trio plays That's where we meet. That's where we meet. Me and you, rendezvous. In the club at the end of the street Ooh where we meet. Ooh where we meet. Me and you, rendezvous
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ourselves. Only in you can we imagine our mend. So sick and so tired of being 4 real. Only the fiction still has the appeal. . How I hate middle age. In between acceptance and rage. Democracy has sure
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ourselves. Only in you can we imagine our mend. So sick and so tired of being 4 real. Only the fiction still has the appeal. . How I hate middle age. In between acceptance and rage. Democracy has sure
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ourselves. Only in you can we imagine our mend. So sick and so tired of being 4 real. Only the fiction still has the appeal. . How I hate middle age. In between acceptance and rage. Democracy has sure
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Turn on the radio, turn off the lights. We'll bring an end, darling, to your endless night. You're on the wrong side of the street I see your fortune in the lines in your face. I knew you're
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Love laughs at a king. Kings don't mean a thing. On the street of dreams. Dreams, broken in two. Can be made like new. On the street of dreams. . Gold, silver and gold. All you can hold. Is
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RAGE. BORN TO RAGE. BORN TO RAGE. BORN TO RAGE. BORN TO RAGE. BORN TO RAGE. BORN TO RAGE. BORN TO RAGE. BORN TO RAGE. U. S. A. YOU WERE BORN TO RAGE, SO COME ON!
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Rage. Born to rage. Born to rage. Born to rage. Born to rage. Born to rage. Born to rage. Born to rage. Born to rage. . U. S. A. you were born to rage, . So come on!
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Rage. Born to rage. Born to rage. Born to rage. Born to rage. Born to rage. Born to rage. Born to rage. Born to rage. . U. S. A. you were born to rage, . So come on!
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Rage. Born to rage. Born to rage. Born to rage. Born to rage. Born to rage. Born to rage. Born to rage. Born to rage. . U. S. A. you were born to rage, . So come on!
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Stole my children, left my son. Of all of them, he's the only one who did not mean that much to me. I tip my cap to the raging sea My daughter, she's the pretty one. I married her off to the
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Love laughs at a king, kings don't mean a thing on the street of dreams. Dreams broken in two can be made like new on the street of dreams. . Gold, silver and gold. All you can hold's up there on
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Love laughs at a king, kings don't mean a thing on the street of dreams. Dreams broken in two can be made like new on the street of dreams. . Gold, silver and gold. All you can hold's up there on
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*** your coat and get you hat. Leave your worries on the doorstep. Just direct your feet. To the sunny side of the street Hear that pitter-pat. That's the happy sound of my feet. Life can be so
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Ten little Indians standin' in a row. All dressed up but nowhere to go. Lookin' for a target, lookin' for a man Just get me out of here. It's not the place my mind's been thinkin' of. Just push
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Ten little Indians standin' in a row. All dressed up but nowhere to go. Lookin' for a target, lookin' for a man Just get me out of here. It's not the place my mind's been thinkin' of. Just push
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*** your coat and get your hat. Leave your worry on the doorstep. Just direct your feet. To the sunny side of the street Can't you hear a pitter-pat?. And that happy tune is your step. Life can
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to the unreal. And mad boy grips the microphone. Wit' a fistful of steel. Yeah and mad mad boy grips the microphone. Wit' a fistful of steel Wit' a fistful of steel. ('Cause I know the power of
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. As ya mold to the unreal. And mad boy grips the microphone. Wit a fistful of steel. Yeah. And mad mad boy grips the microphone. Wit a fistful of steel. . Wit a fistful of steel. (cause I know
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. As ya mold to the unreal. And mad boy grips the microphone. Wit a fistful of steel. Yeah. And mad mad boy grips the microphone. Wit a fistful of steel. . Wit a fistful of steel. (cause I know
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tiStreet of Dreams. arGuns N' Roses. alChinese Democracy. Guns N' Roses - Street of Dreams. All the love in the world couldn’t save you. All the innocence inside. You know I tried so hard to make you
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Uh, what, what, uh Chorus. Street dreams are made of these. Niggas push Beemers and 300 E's. A drug dealer's destiny is reaching a key. Everybody's looking for something. Street dreams are made
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some. She's seen them in her dreams and on the street. She slides her dapper legs from beneath the table. As if to reveal some kind of treat. . Chorus. . Her lover left her stranded in Jamaica
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*** your coat and get your hat. Leave your worry on the doorstep. Just direct your feet. To the sunny side of the street Can't you hear a pitter-pat?. And that happy tune is your step. Life can
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*** your coat and *** your hat baby. Leave your worries on the doorstep. Just direct your feet. On the sunny side of the street Can't you hear that pitter-pat there?. That happy tune is yours
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